Second Story Nights

From a second story room I watched the city lights

From a hotel window in the rain

Full of gloom and doom but I think I've got the right

She left New Orleans once again

Something about a memory

Something about a flame

The first had not yet faded

The second a bit too tame

She headed for the airport

And I headed for this room

Where the second story window

Faces west and Baton Rouge

The rain on the window looks like tears against the sky

I guess it's fallen now for days

But I've been in the shadows a bit of a fog out of the light

A little bit bruised, a little dazed

Something about a memory

Something about a flame

The first had not yet faded

The second a bit too tame

She headed for the airport

And I headed for this room

Where the second story window

Faces west and Baton Rouge

I keep coming back for more

I get to New Orleans, she heads for before

For a tie that can't be broken

To a man that can't be true

But she'll call me from New Orleans

When I'm back in Baton Rouge

There was the phone call when I opened up my door

From the big and easy city lights

But I'm not about to follow rainbows anymore

No more second story nights

Time to become a memory

Burn til there's no flame

And maybe I'll just fade away

Like a slow New Orleans rain