Royal Street

You came looking for the night,
But the night found you instead.
A woman in a crimson dress smiles beneath the balcony lights.
She deals three cards into my hands, then whispers,
"Choose your fate tonight." The first one shows a broken heart; the second says,
"Don't turn back." The third is blank,
But somehow I know it holds the life I lack.
Midnight on Royal Street, where the lost and lonely meet.
Every doorway hides a tale; every ghost leaves one more trail.
New Orleans sings beneath your feet,
Sweet as poison dark and deep.
You came looking for the night,
But the night found you instead.
Hear the brass band far away,
Playing for the ones who never came home.