[Intro – Neon Buzz + Church Bell]
[Rain tapping on glass]
Sunday ended six hours ago…
but the city still confessin’.
[Low organ enters]
New Orleans got two religions:
survival…
and desire.
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[Verse 1]
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Neon cross glow through the Bourbon haze,
Liquor store open while the church doors chained.
Women in heels walk slow through rain,
Mascara runnin’ like hidden pain.
Trumpet cry from a second-floor room,
Sound like heaven dressed in perfume.
Every alley got prayers unsaid,
Every smile carry exhaustion in it.
I walked past saints turned nighttime sinners,
Bartenders servin’ emotional dinners.
Everybody reachin’ for somethin’ warm,
Tryna survive another storm.
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[Hook – Choir + Trumpet]
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Neon gospel in the midnight glow…
Singin’ to the souls nobody know.
Church bells ring while the bassline cry…
Still searchin’ for heaven in the night.
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[Verse 2]
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Saw a preacher drink alone at the bar,
Still wearin’ church shoes after dark.
Head bowed low over whiskey neat,
Lookin’ just as lost as me.
A dancer touched my arm and smiled soft,
Said, “Baby, everybody here payin’ costs.”
Then spun beneath the violet light,
Like sorrow itself learned how to glide.
That’s New Orleans in all her truth—
Beauty wrapped around bruised roots.
A city where grace and damage kiss,
Till you can’t tell one from the other.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
Maybe salvation don’t always happen in churches.
Maybe sometimes…
it happen when broken people finally admit they hurt.
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Rain wash slow across these streets tonight…
Still prayin’ mercy find my life.
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[Verse 3]
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By 3AM the city breathe different,
Quieter…
more honest…
less performin’.
Street sweepers movin’ through puddled sin,
While lonely souls stumble home again.
And somewhere underneath neon skies,
I finally looked myself in the eyes.
Not holy.
Not evil.
Just human still—
Tryna find peace against my will.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Orchestra]
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Neon gospel through the Southern rain…
Still singin’ over all this pain.
Church bells ring and the trumpets moan…
Tryna guide lost spirits home.
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[Outro – Organ + Rain]
[Distant choir fading]
New Orleans don’t save people clean.
But sometimes…
it save ‘em honest.
