New Orleans (Live)

In the city of dreams

Lies the city's ghost

There's a beginning

There's a middle and an end in this city

We reach out for the middle ground

We throw a great party

So hearts will start to mend

We forgive… at least we try

In the midst of the sea of dreams

Lies a perfect storm

In the sea of tears

Lies a city ghost

In the spirit of the Mardi Gras

Well, the people hope

That their lives will get better

The people hope

That their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Anne Rice

And go down Bourbon Street

I see a sea of smiles

I see a haunted city reachin' out

I see hope in all their faces

Behind the mask of Mardi Gras

Where the good and the righteous walk

And the wicked as well

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna dress up, ooh yea

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Anne Rice

And go down Bourbon Street

Mmmm, go on down Bourbon Street

Within these rooms

I go up to my balcony

And I hang the paintings on the wall

And I open up my gallery

And I open up my doors

I stare at the city

I stare at my city

I wanna get a room in New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna get back to New Orleans

I wanna sing out in the streets of the French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by Anne Rice

Go down Bourbon Street

Go down Bourbon Street

Go on down Bourbon Street

Go on down Bourbon Street

Go on down

Go on down

Go on down

Go on down Bourbon Street

In the city of tears

Lies the city ghost