Now it's complete, Ravel is in the rain standing in my dream street. I'd like to meet Ravel in New Orleans, hold out my hand to his. I was warned, now I'm old, still searching for what I'm told Is gone, is God, is not. Don't try to leave, I've tried so many times. The street is named desire. (solo) I was warned, now I'm old still searching for what I'm told Is gone, is God, is not. I was warned, now I'm old still searching for what I'm told Is gone, is God, is not.