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?