Walking down the street, honey, New Orleans Im gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans And how was I to know turning green on red A 'Waitress In The Sky' still playing in my head Days like these, you know are no one's fault A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt Well, gimme little time to shake up Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two Lookin' for the truth Walking up the stairs to the second floor Im gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door And how was I to know turning right from wrong? I walk right into this lonely apartment song Things like these, you know are no one's fault A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt Well, gimme little time to shake up Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two Lookin' for the truth, lookin' for the Walking down the street, honey, New Orleans Im gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams And how was I to know turning light from dark? Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park Days like these, you know I feel your pain A bottle of rhymes, a little music box of rain Well, gimme little time to shake up Ill 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 Were gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor And how was I to know turning right from wrong I walk right out of this vacant apartment song Things like these, you know I feel your pain A bottle of rhymes, a little music box of rain Well, gimme little time to shake up Ill meet you when I finally wake up around two Around two, around two, around two, around two