Still the miles of gutted homes and FEMA trailers stand as reminders of the losses so many friends, family, neighbors and fellow citizens suffered and continue to suffer, and always the sense of continuing vulnerability looms about this sunken city and its people. Now everything depends on staying dry.
Throw out the furniture appliances TVs
Fucking flood water gets in everything
Throw out the memories the comforts of the past
Pile them up on the curb more debris
Keep us dry keep us dry
Make us high help us rise above the tide
Keep us dry keep us dry
Make us wise help us climb
The mountain in our mind
Where the tide never rises so high
Rip out the floors and walls the wires and the pipes
Fucking salt water eats through anything
Rip out the heart and soul the spirit and the pride
Gut the house air it out let it breathe
Keep me dry keep me dry
Make me high help me rise above the tide
Keep me dry keep me dry
Make me wise help me climb
The mountain in my mind
Where the tide never rises so high
When the eye of the storm
Comes ashore let it roar
Let the ocean rage against the sky
Well be home with a prayer
No more running anywhere
The city on the hill will survive
Keep us dry keep us dry
Make us high help us rise above the tide
Keep us dry keep us dry
Make us wise help us climb
The mountain in our mind
Where the tide never rises so high