Postcards of dreams
Memories of New Orleans
Picture perfect on your tv screen

Running out of time
While the blind leads the blind
Shadows creeping from behind

When it Rains it Pours
When it Rains it Pours
Till it ain’t there no more
When it Rains

Lights go out
Trees falling down
Concrete crumbling
Ain’t no neutral ground

People dancing
Have a real good time
Keep it pouring y’all
Like a bottle of wine

Jump in the river, let it pull me in
Jump in the river, ain’t nobody coming
Jump in the river, let it pull me in
Jump in the river, ain’t nobody coming