You're playing with my hair the way your fingers play with keys But you're not playing the piano cause I know the way a piano should sound. Just like late September only deeper maybe just a bit Damn the Saint New Orleans But I'm getting over it. Getting over it Pardon me for asking but are you sick of me yet Cause I've been dragging my poor face around and feeling like a dog that ain't been fixed for weeks or days time means nothing to the dead Damn the Saint New Orleans But I'm getting over it Getting over it Ohhhh well it's nice and all It's better in the fall when you don't ask for much Oh I must be dreaming cause there is no other life But the one I'm leaving And given what I think I know I really oughta stay Cause there is nowhere in the world I would rather be today And every time you plant a seed It gets plucked from the ground Damn the Saint New Orleans But Some Shitty little town Some shitty little town Damn the Saint New Orleans But I'm getting over it Getting over it