New Orleans Stevie Nicks

In the city of dreams
Lies the city's ghost
There's a beginning
There's a middle and an end in this city
We reach out for the middle ground
We throw a great party
So hearts will start to mend
We forgive… at least we try

In the midst of the sea of dreams
Lies a perfect storm
In the sea of tears
Lies a city ghost
In the spirit of the Mardi Gras
Well, the people hope
That their lives will get better
The people hope
That their lives will get better

I wanna get a room in New Orleans
I wanna sing in the streets of the French Quarter
I wanna dress up
I wanna wear beads
I wanna wear feathers and lace
I wanna brush by Anne Rice
And go down Bourbon Street