New OrleansOrleans, CaliforniaI can't believe everythingOld man by a trash can fireStraight out a street car named DesireSaid it's been a long time since I sang in the choirWon't you lend me your ear?Angels gaze upon our livesSee right through our alibisJust when you're thinking you're so wiseYou act so foolishYou act so foolishYou act so foolishSo the story goesWe were two young loversNothing left to sayParting in the most peculiar wayI feel so highI feel so lowI feel so highI feel so lowSo aloneI heard his words, I heard his songTurned around and he was goneSomehow it did not seem so wrongIt only seemed more clearInnocence is like a flowerThat blooms and dies inside and outJust when you're thinking the wine's gone sourSweetness reappearsSo God bless meAnd God bless youEveryone who sings the bluesSounds so sincereYou can't believeEverything you hearNo, you can't believeEverythingLouisiana holidayHad to make my getaway