…can I come over?
I wanna get back to that MSY
Oh, can I come over?
Can it be me?
Crashing on your couch ‘til Ash Wednesday?
The thing about our love, dear
It tethers me tight
The food, the people, the music, the memories all day and night
It’s been so long but I
See the news
So much seemed to happen the moment I left and it give me the blues
And I loved it so much
But sweet Jesus, Lord
The shooting, the money, the mayos, the Sewerage and Water Board
But I miss you, baby
Oh, I miss you baby
Oh, I miss you baby
Oh, I miss you baby
You know I’m not lyin’
I wanna get back to that MSY
We’ll stay out of the Quarter
You sure it’s safe now?
New Year’s was so tragic I can’t seem to fathom the why or the how
We’ll make fun of the tourists
Like we used to
I hope you don’t see me as them cause I’m here and I know the real you
And I know about the scammers
And BIG ASS BEER dudes
Monks with the bracelets, people tellin’ me where I got these shoes
(on my feet)
Your love is electric
But so rarely shared
You thrive off of leaving the haters and fakers some kind of impaired
But I miss you baby
Oh, I miss you, baby
Oh, I miss you, baby
Oh, I miss you, baby
You know 'I’m not lyin’
I wanna get back to that MSY
But I miss you baby
Oh, I miss you, baby
Oh yea
