My Sanctuary

The chosen ones are walking through the new desert
 All the way uptown to Riverside
 The faces of the fathers
 They look a lot like mine
 But I watch them from across the great divide
 Today they have all been forgiven
 Washed clean before another year begins
 Me I'm playing in the park with my children
 And I pray that they forgive my sins
 This is my sanctuary
 On this High Holy Day
 I lay down the burdens I carry
 In my sanctuary
 The forgotten ones
 Were screaming from the rooftops
 A thousand souls had all been washed away
 Everyone was told
 The levees wouldn't hold
 Now the mourners are marching everyday
 And the music keeps rights on playing
 'Cause of all the places water wouldn't fall
 It wasn't the churches or the chapels
 It was down at the Preservation Hall
 "This is my sanctuary"
 You could almost hear the ghost of some old trumpet player say
 "Lay down the burdens you carry
 In my sanctuary"
 The chosen ones are all still searching
 Waiting for the savior to appear
 While you and me
 We congregate in mystery
 And I listen to you whisper in my ear
 This is my sanctuary
 Brothers and sisters let us pray
 I lay down the burdens I carry
 In my sanctuary