This is the port of new orleans

this is an island in a stream

this is something in between

 

This is a winding road, you see

and its course is out of sight

this ain't something you can fix

 

i'll carry you upon my shoulders

i'll be the dwarf you can step on

i'll have you here when no one else will

 

But then there's this point

where i want to call

the whole thing off, just change the game

and let it, let it be

 

But then there's you and all the things

i haven't told you yet i know

i never will

 

i'll carry you upon my shoulders

i'll be the dwarf you can step on

i'll have you here when no one else will

 

This is the port of new orleans

this is an island in a stream

this ain't something we can fix

 

 

© clara luzia