Tom Morgan - Desire

She's got a house in the Second Empire style
On a street of shade, about a quarter mile
From where we met down in New Orleans
Sits on her porch swing every morning
As the blue bird sings about the dawning
And the memory of us walking away
Now, you used to say that life was sweet
Despite the miles and feeling incomplete
I made it back to your door
Here we are like misplaced bookends
With the years and pages in between and
The time it takes to get here from there

And that streetcar called desire
It's been shut down all these days
There's a place for this fire, and anyway
There's passing shower we should get lost in
And when we do I swear I'll make it up to you
O, This desire

And that streetcar called desire
It's been shut down all these days
There's a place for this fire, and anyway
You eyes are flowers in a flushed-out vase
And I swear nothing can replace your kiss
Or this desire

And so she's got a house in the Second Empire style
On a street of shade, about a quarter mile
From where we met down in New Orleans

Written by:
Tom Morgan

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