Melody starts. Echoing breath. Echoing fear. Echoing death. Echoing real. Echoing dream. Echoing drop. Echoing stream. Worn and dirty rivers find the sea. Brutally routine. Love let us dig new streams. Love let us live new streams. Where water and word are clean. I got thirty voices in my head. They've been telling me to quit while I'm ahead. But I'm not ahead. I'm digging well my blood's still red. I'm digging for the streams beneath my bed. Underneath my head. I'm headed down to New Orleans. I'm headed down to New Orleans. I'm headed down to chase these dreams. I'm headed down to New Orleans. Come all you worn out burn out sick and tired. Come all you fake pretentious suit and ties. Come with your filthy hands and your blackened eyes. If you've been hurt by the birds and the bees of life. If you've been hurt by the church of black and white. Come unto me find rest my burden's light. People put your hands up! Let me know you!. People put your hands up! Let me know you!. People put your hands up! Let me know you!. Love let us dig new streams. Love let us live new streams. Where water and word are clean. Love let us dig new streams