Hot like a steambath
But it's cold as a tomb beneath my skin
And I've got no one to blame but myself
For the shape I'm in
Pullin' south out of Natchez on a Greyhound
Rockin' like a cradle
I drift fitful off to sleep
All alone in the heat of the night

Then I had this dream
And you were there beside me
On the streets of New Orleans
Flowers in your hair

The fool moon comes shining through the fog
And the hairspray on the window
And all the signs on the roadside
Look like tombstones in the corner of my mind

I'm the living proof to tell you
That there ain't no use in tryin' to go back home
I know I've done some bad things
But the worst of all was leaving you alone

Then I had this dream
And you were there beside me
On the streets of New Orleans
Flowers in your hair
Then I had this dream
Your living arms around me
And as crazy as it seems
I know you're waiting for me there

� 1998 Lushmole Music (BMI), C Montrose S Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

Lyrics courtesy of Lushmole Music.