City of New Orleans by Steve Goodman

Ridin' on a raft on a new sea, A blanket of stars, us between. Two rickety rafts, forty lost souls, and a table with some sand. Got no front, nothing behind, just us and some of our stuff. Bound for someplace, don't know where. Can't see where we're from, just confusion and junk. Ridin' on a raft on the new sea, Passing trees and things that don't belong. Seen no land, not even a mote, sometimes wonder if we're life's joke. Just stories now of solid ground, Perhaps we should have stayed to meet our fate. But here we are, on the sea, and no place to be. Good Morning World, How are ya'? Don't 'cha know us? We're your forgotten ones. Riding on these waves 'till we find that place. That place called home that none can take. 'Till then, We're ridin' on a raft on a new sea, A blanket of sky, us between. Two rickety rafts, forty lost souls, and a table with some sand.

Posted on 2014-10-12 03:12 by pelrigg.