The Levee

So he drives a Cadillac, baby

His belt buckle's diamond-plated

He treats you like a lady

Tells you you were underrated

Feels like nothing could go wrong, but

When the levee blows and the tears flow on down your face

Will it feel the same? I don't know

When the curtains close and you're standing all alone

Will your pretty eyes still show

That you've played this game before?

So he went to Harvard

Builds schools down in Guatemala

Spends every Tuesday night with his mama

Look, I get it, the man's a 6'5", blue-eyed, American Dalai Lama

I just want you to be careful, 'cause

When the levee blows and the tears flow on down your face

Will it feel the same? I don't know

When the curtains close and you're standing all alone

Will your pretty eyes still show

That you've played this game before?

There's always rocks in the stream

There's always stems in your grass

Always a snag at the seam

There's always ghosts in your past

You might think that you can hide

You might think that you can cope

You might bottle it up inside, but

Oh sugar don't because

When the levee blows and the tears flow on down your face

Will it feel the same? I don't know

When the curtains close and you're standing all alone

Will your pretty eyes still show

That you've played this game before?

When the levee blows

Tell me, where will you be when that levee blows?