Written by Michael Lagace

“I’m going down Bourbon Street again,” she says
Her beautiful eyes radiate with no regret
She stops awhile, sober in the cold night air
She hides inside a darkness only she will wear

I say, “Now girl, don’t you get ahead of me
Lately I am not the king that I can be.”
Reign begins unthroned, she stares back at me
A step or two then three just out of my reach

I watch her eyes dancing up in the sky
And she’s got that look that makes you want to take your life
I wonder what she needs but she just turns and runs
She disappears and now I wish that I was gone

“I’m going down Bourbon Street again,” she cried
I’ll find her sleeping beneath the trees tonight
And I’ll watch her break apart like every day before
She says, “you’re everything I need,” but she needs more

“I’m going down Bourbon Street again,” she says
“I’m going down Bourbon Street again,” she says
“I’m going down Bourbon Street again,” she says,
“And I love to watch while you fall apart like this.”