She walked down to the levee
The sky was dark and heavy
A summer storm was cropping up again
With a polka-dot umbrella
Like a scene from a novella
She ate a cherry snowball in the rain
In Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
That old New Orleans neighborhood
Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
Lives a girl misunderstood
She came searching for a meaning
Without her parents intervening
An apartment close to St. Claude Avenue
On a quest of self-discovery
And emotional recovery
Through horn-rimmed hipster glasses she would view
The Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
That old New Orleans neighborhood
Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
Lives a girl misunderstood
She craved the authenticity
Of culture and ethnicity
Abandoning her former small-town ways
Rode her bike down to the Hi-Ho
Sang some karaoke solo
And sipped from her Abita Purple Haze
In Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
That old New Orleans neighborhood
Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
Lives a girl misunderstood
Her friends back home didn't get her
In that Salvation Army sweater
And the girl she loved just couldn't feel the same
So she shows a life off-kilter
Through an Instagram filter
And swears she has no pretense to maintain
In Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
That old New Orleans neighborhood
Bywater, Bywater, Bywater
Lives a girl misunderstood