Airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of your mouth

Cafe cars, corner bars, back roads, we did the South

And I told the elevator operator

"See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down"

The wind and the willows, cigarillos, and chairman Mao

Yeah, I took a big hit of the counterfeit, but I'm better now

And I told the elevator operator

"See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down"

And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter

There's a chance that they're taking you out now

And ah, if it wasn't so tragic

I'd tell you everything from start to finish

But I'm afraid that it would lose its' magic

Oh, that sleight of hand in the dreamland

The city in Louisiana that felt like Heaven

But everyone was still alive

You said you were traveling, and you put me in your pocket

You said I tasted like summer, you could feel our pine forest bed

Your words played on repeat in my head

And it took me a while to get you out

But then I'd get a letter

With you still calling me baby

There's pine needles in the parchment

And you asking me if I was still searching

For the world that I believed

And I'd write back, not meaning to send

How I was fixing to settle down in some quiet Southern town

Now I know you were with him all the while

I didn't think corporate lawyers were your style

And I told the elevator operator

"See you later, there's a chance I'm not making it down"

And all you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter

There's a chance that they're taking you out now

So Daisy, don't come, la la la

Daisy, don't come to New Orleans

Daisy, don't come, la la la

Daisy, don't come to New Orleans

Daisy, don't come, la la la

Daisy, don't come to New Orleans

And Daisy, don't come

Oh Daisy, will you come?

And ah, if it wasn't so tragic

I'd tell you everything from start to finish

But I'm afraid that it would lose its magic

Oh, that sleight of hand in the dreamland

The city in Louisiana that felt like Heaven

Then one was still alive