Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Streetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'

Stop! in the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over Baby, baby, I'm aware of where you go Each time you leave my door I watch you walk down the street Knowing your other love you'll meet This time before you run to her Leaving me alone and

Love on the low, love everywhere I go And I can't face it all I need is right where I belong I lay down now This someone's journey in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace I pray the Lord my

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

Streetlight, people It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Livin' just to find emotion Hidin' somewhere in the night Hold on to that feelin' Just a small town girl

In the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life Said, "I raise my hands I'm findin' more and more truth Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

It goes on and on and on and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Streetlight, people Livin' just to find emotion Hidin' somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin'

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up