There´s gotta be a better place than bourbon street on a Friday
She don´t want hand grenades or hurricanes
Got had by a shoe shiner just to hear his speech
Now every time they ask her where she got those shoes

She says "I got them right here on my feet"

In a dive bar off the boulevard down an alleyway
She smiles and I can tell this is what she´s talking about
And the brothers gathered round the jukebox she said "I´m just passing through"
Put a quarter in and played her song
The whole damn room approved
They like her style and I do too

You don´t want fake rain while you´re sleeping
You don´t want the praise when you lose
Beneath the streets, between the houses
All you want is a little truth

East side of the village up in New York City
Late nights running round trying to find the underground

Hidden bars and speakeasies - convinced there´s another world
Of things we´re missing out on
And all you want is to unfurl to the wind
Blow the roof off this whole town

And I want to say I admire how you go
Seeing all the best in everyone
Between the houses and the billboard signs
All we want is a little truth