Hopeless

Wrapped in dirty leather

Shakes from yesterday’s wine

Bloodshot eyes behind cheap sunglasses

That somehow I wished were mine

We poured a cup of coffee

Safe inside from the rain

He proceeded to talk about

All that he’d lost

Hopeless was his name

He said he came up from the Bayou

Round 2005

Too much Blackjack and strong hurricanes

Washed him right out of a life

He spoke with desperation

He cried out for a change

He said my home is a van

And I don’t give a damn

Hopeless was his name

He spoke of better days

Running the line at his daddy’s cafe

The sweet smell of beignets

Chicory coffee

Mardi Gras parades

Hopeless was his name

He told how he let it all go

Spending his time at the Orleans Casino

If only he could have known

He said, If they’ll take me back jack

I’m going home

Hopeless was his name