I took a trip to New Orleans
And damn! What magic, the things I'd seen
There were voodoo dolls and and locks
Of dread
I met amazing people
And some were dead
I took what i had left of you
And left it in a booth with a wizard
Selling chicken gizzard
I told her
“Here is my love, do with it what you will
Give it to your grandkids, write it in your will”
She took you and spread you across the sea
Threw you with the feathers and kept some
Of you
Put you in her garden lome
and grew you anew
You picked up with the wind
And walked with the weather
Whether you laid back again
I don’t remember
But you made it back to paris
With me
You hit my window and smudged it, hon
I cleaned thinking it wasn’t anything useful
God, if i knew i would have kept you, beautiful
But now you’re in a drain somewhere
Clogging up the ocean
Sometimes i wonder if that magic old woman
Still has the jar i kept you in
