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