I lost my heart while walking down a Louisiana street,
a hurricane pounded hard against my heavy chest.
You found my hand when I thought we would never meet.

It came so fast, so soon but somehow so discreet,
my eyes widened, hands clenched, cardiac arrest.
I lost my heart while walking down a Louisiana street.

My legs began to shake at the intensity of the heat,
thought lost in a city whose name I never knew, lest
you found my hand when I thought we would never meet.

If I had thought you someone else, I would have made a retreat,
but I grew calm and my world slowed down at your request.
I lost my heart while walking down a Louisiana street.

My memories of a former love grew more incomplete,
the feelings I had for her were always unexpressed.
You found my hand when I thought we would never meet.

Yet my time there in the deep South was so bittersweet,
as you faded away in the crowd, your image had regressed.
I lost my heart while walking down a Louisiana street;
you found my hand when I thought we would never meet.