Desire Lyrics

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