There's a river that swerves through a city swept away
All the beggars and the bartenders, too beautiful to stay
And I long to return to that place from yesterday
To a memory so pretty of a city swept away
A broken hearted blues man will be traveling the land
With a guitar on his back, and a suitcase in his hand.
And If you see him, ask him to sit awhile and play
A song they used to ask for in the city swept away.
Where all the crazy people come to meet
And carry their drinks from street to street.
I'm looking for the spirit who opened up to me
Right before she drowned herself in love and drifted out to sea.
And the lost souls and the fortune tellers hang around the square
And they tell each other stories, and the tourists stop and stare.
Can you spare a nickel, do you have a dime?
No, but if you could just sit and talk to me that would be all right.
And all the crazy people that you meet
Carry your drink from street to street
I'm looking for the spirit who opened up to me
Right before she drowned herself in love and drifted out to sea.
