Looking ot the east with just the winter in my arms
Straining to see St. Louis Cathederal
Lying in a bundle with a book to keep me warm
Sommerset Maughn made a firey heater
Sounds of icey splashing from the waterfall below
Running from the gutter to St. Peter
Its not what you feel its what you know
Pigeons pecking pices of a million broken dreams
Fragile shattered China doll face eaten
And all the homeless have a home in Jesus on Dauphine
Just behind the laundermat he keeps them
Religiously fustraited with a vision in my head
Of having found salvation once in ice-cream
Its not what you feel its what you know
Hiding by the hardest on a freezing afternoon
Misty wind that keeps my memories turning
Drunken ghosts are dancing 'neath a cresent city moon
Slaves are screaming someone's supper burning
Watching from the dampness as a street performer plays
An audience of one who lays there sleeping
Its not what you feel its what you know
Its not what you feel its what you know
Its not what you feel its what you know
Its not what you feel its what you know
Its not what you feel
Its what you know
Its not what you feel its what you know