Andy Hawk & The Train Wreck Endings: Music

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The typewriter suffers again and again

Ain’t got no money, but, man, I got rain

I came to the place where they said it all flows

But the card-reader said that I’m dead

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But my mask turned the green light to red

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But the blank pages found me instead

 

I walk through the streets, shirt soaked to the skin

I live out of focus and drink with my sins

Musicians move on and the artists starve

and the novelists just miss the mark

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But the neon can’t pierce the dark

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But reality grounded the lark

 

So here, I seek my fate / and here, I’m lost in place

 

I pass the used people, used books, and used flowers

I think of used love and a life’s wasted hours

Being lost and crazy ain’t so bad

If it can be that way undisturbed

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But I guess I got some things to learn

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

If I can go I’ll never return

 

This town’s full of poets and no poetry

We’re nothing but bottles and bums and TV

I doubt that I’ll ever get out of this place

And it haunts me like rattling chains

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But I’m naked and out on the plains

I thought New Orleans was a place to hide

But the tigers have found me again

 

Andy Hawk – vocals, acoustic guitar, keyboards, piano

Chuck Bordelon – bass

Steve DeVries – mandolin