Lyrics:

Walking down the street honey New Orleans I'm gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans How was I to know turning green on red A Waitress in the sky still playing in my head Days like these y'know are no one's fault A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt Gimme little time to shake up I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two Lookin' for the truth Walking up the stairs to the second floor I'm gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door How was I to know honey right from wrong Walk right into this vacant apartment song Days like these y'know are no one's fault A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt Gimme little time to shake up I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two Lookin' for the truth...lookin' for the.... Walking down the street honey New Orleans I'm gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams How was I to know turning light on dark Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park Days like these y'know I feel you're pain A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain Gimme little time to shake up I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two Without you...around two...without you or with you Walking up the stairs to the second door We're gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor How was I to know honey right from wrong Walk right out of this lonely apartment song Things like these y'know I feel you're pain A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain Gimme little time to shake up I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two Around two...around two...around two...around two