I met a man down in New Orleans Told me pens were needles and words were vaccines He instructed me to write all the pain I felt He said writin' the hurt's the only way to help (Mm-mm) So I sat myself down that very night Rolled his words 'round my mind like a pair of dice And I found my thoughts down in New Orleans In the home of magic and mystery Pieces of me Were lost at sea I'll go shore to shore To find who I was before I found a boy on New York streets Said the city's so loud with the sound of deceit He placed me in a room with a quiet crowd And he whispered in silence and it echoed loud Soon the sun had set on the cityscape I had locked myself in hotel rooms to contemplate How I found my voice along the New York streets And it lives in The City That Doesn't Sleep Pieces of me Were lost at sea I'll go shore to shore To find who I was before (Ba-da-ba, ba-da-ba) (Ba-da-ba, ba-da-ba) (Ba-da-ba, ba-da-ba) La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Ba-da-ba, ba-da-ba) Mm I found my love in a little town At a time when the frost laid still on the ground And I never understood that melody That would fill up a room every time he's near me Soon I felt a rhythm in an empty space I tried to paint the picture, but I traced his face And I found my love inside the notes he wrote It awakened my heart with every word he spoke Pieces of me Were lost at sea I'll go shore to shore To find who I was before If you concede (Ah) You're lost like me Just go shore to shore To find what you're lookin' for