What I want – what I want:
I want to go out in public and not look like a robber.
I want to know whether you're smiling or not.
I want to hug everyone I see.
I want to go to a crowded, smoky bar where the band
is too loud.
I want the band to be mine.
I want to watch a game.
I want not to come from this country.
I want not to come from any country.
I want to hold you tight.
I want to not be a racist.
I want our president to disappear forever.
I want to make music so good and so surprising,
your heart will explode.
I want to write a book.
I want it to be about anything but this.
I want to cry.
I want to come over to your house, you lucky thing.
I want to go to heaven.
I want to see my folks again.
I want a dog.
I want to tell you I know how you feel.
I want to know how you feel.
I want to help.
I want to be cool.
I want you to know how much I care.
I want not to care.
I wanna turn the page.
I want to stay in bed all day.
I want to get out of here.
I want someone else to make this world a better place, while I applaud.
I want this to be over, and to undo the wrongs I've done.
I want to say I'm sorry.
I want my cat to stop bothering me
when I'm writing my anthem.
I want my loved ones safe, and my enemies...
well, like I said, just make that one asshole disappear, and we'll call it a day.
I want to hear something that changes everything.
I want to be quiet.
I want to know if there's any rhyme or reason
to any of this.
I want this to be in the past.
I want us to last forever.
I want to forget.
I want the people who've worked so hard to keep us safe to be safe,
I want to say thank you, and not to be so damn needy.
I want Allen Toussaint back, and for him to bring whoever he wants.
I want to sing together again.
And this lamp, and these matches...
And I want a bag of crawfish, and a beer.
I want a bag of crawfish, and a beer.