There’s other ways to answer/That certainly is true/Me, I’m blind with death and anger/And that’s no place for you/There’s a woman in the window/And a bed in Tinsel Town/I’ll write you when it’s over/Let me take this temple down
Lost in New Orleans with nothing but faith, gut and instincts to guide him, there’s an undefinable air of tragedy and destruction – thanks to a band of weepy strings – that resonates from all angles. It gives off a somber, post apocalyptic feel that only a teddy bear like Cohen could pull off.