New Orleans

In the city of dreams

Lies the city's ghost

There's a beginning

There's a middle and an end

In this city we reach out

For the middle ground

We throw a great party

So hard to start to mend

We forgive

At least we try

In the midst of the sea

Of dreams lies a perfect storm

In the sea of tears

Lies a city ghost

In the spirit of the morning glow

Well, the people hope that their lives will get better

The people hope that their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in

New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the

French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by

Ann Rice

And go on down

Bourbon Street

I see a sea of smiles

I see a haunted city reaching out

I see hope in all their faces

Behind the mask of

Mardi Gras

Where the good and the righteous walk

And the wicked as well

I wanna get a room in

New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the

French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna dress up, ooh yeah

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by

Ann Rice

And go down

Bourbon Street

Go on down

Bourbon Street

Within these rooms

I go up to my balcony

And I hang the paintings on the wall

And I open up my gallery, and

I open up my doors

I stare at the city

I stare at my city

I wanna get a room in

New Orleans

I wanna sing in the streets of the

French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by the vampires

I wanna get back to

New Orleans

I wanna sing out in the streets of the

French Quarter

I wanna dress up

I wanna wear beads

I wanna wear feathers and lace

I wanna brush by

Ann Rice

Go down

Bourbon Street

Go down

Bourbon Street

Go on down

Bourbon Street

Go on down

Bourbon Street

Go on down

Go on down

Go on down

Go on down

Bourbon Street

In the city of tears

Lies the city's ghost