Just a photograph from a fairy tale
Is it truly you or your ghostly double?
If there’s any truth, any fact at all,
I want to be part of it, live in your dream.
There’s a second line in my head,
And Bass Drum Shorty’s keeping time.

I saw you standing there,
Your face lit up in the Crescent City lights.
I asked you honestly
Can I take you for a ride?
I don’t know your name.
I don’t know where you’ve been,
But I want to know.
I want to know.

Your eyes were bright on the fairy tonight.
Just a quarter rat, living the Tremé life.
I have someone at home, and you have one, too.
Should I take a chance? What are we gonna do?
I don’t care what she thinks.
I’m coming for you tonight.