I’m Still Home

Bruce Molaison

 

Big easy, smile easy, fall Breesy
Party on, that’s life’s meaning
Musician at every corner
They tip their hat, tourists searching for loose quarters
My city, seen through street lights
6 o’clock news ruined by sick sights
New Orleans always has a special place in my heart
I be dancing through streets where kings once marched
From bounce music, to Sunday Mass
And dreams of catching a Sunday pass
I got Cs for skipping class and tears when I’d bust my ass

But the second line won’t be coming too early

Shoe fits, better grab me a jersey
The Buildings all scrapping the sky
Little boy never saying goodbye
Kubla Khan, no demon lover
A mile for every second between the lightning and the thunder
How much I’d love to be in that number
Used to walk to my corner store before it closed

Getting snacks for the highs, pray to God when it’s low
Big shot and hot fries, we snuck in for them shows
So worried about where you finish, that you forget to start
Katrina taught me not to peek through the dark
It might be hard to sleep when I turn this in
I had to read right off the sheet to confess my sins

Parade season never lasted long enough
This city that I know, for sure that I love
Not sure about my future, but there’s one thing that I know
If I ever leave you, you’d still be my home
New Orleans