He remembers the night like it was yesterday
No, I wasn't there but I heard him say,
That it was real and it was true

Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too

Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,

Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,
Etta James singing on the radio

Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago
And there when I close my eyes


I remember my mother lying on my bed
Holding me close, she always said

That it was real and it was true
Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too


Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,

Etta James singing on the radio
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago

And there when I close my eyes

And if I'm only dreaming

If he just wants me to leave him
If all of it's real
Well, that won't change how I feel

Cause I know that your trust is a choice
And I know, I know, I can tell from his voice
I can roar, I can fight

Still, I'll always be haunted by

Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,

Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,
Etta James singing on the radio

Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago
And there when I close my eyes


Someday
When I close my eyes