Mary Chapin Carpenter - Houston

Mama's got a baby sleeping in a grocery cart
Daddy eyes are hazy, wondering where they are
Waiting for the buses, waiting on some providence
Once we get to Houston, maybe it will all make sense

Praying to the Father, calling for the cavalry
Look at all this water, somehow not a drop to drink
Now did you ever hear of nightmares, coming in the light of day
Once we get to Houston, maybe they'll just wash away

Roll on Mississippi, Goodbye Crescent City, le bon temps New Orleans
Never coming back to stay

Never been to Texas, hope this bus is on a tear
Never seen the President, maybe he will lead us there
And I never knew a promise that didn't break right in two
Once we get to Houston, maybe one will come true