Now it's complete,

Ravel is in the rain

standing in my dream street.

I'd like to meet

Ravel in New Orleans,

hold out my hand to his.

I was warned, now I'm old,

still searching for what I'm told

Is gone, is God, is not.

Don't try to leave,

I've tried so many times.

The street is named desire.

(solo)

I was warned, now I'm old

still searching for what I'm told

Is gone, is God, is not.

I was warned, now I'm old

still searching for what I'm told

Is gone, is God, is not.

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