Ravel In The Rain

Now it’s complete,
Ravel is in the rain
standing in my dream street.
I’d like to meet
Ravel in New Orleans,
hold out my hand to his.
I was warned, now I’m old,
still searching for what I’m told
Is gone, is God, is not.
Don’t try to leave,
I’ve tried so many times.
The street is named desire.
(solo)
I was warned, now I’m old
still searching for what I’m told
Is gone, is God, is not.
I was warned, now I’m old
still searching for what I’m told
Is gone, is God, is not.