Broussard's lament

The storm it did rage on the coastal shore
Winds blew so strong, then the floods came on
People cried, what took so long
For our help to come along?

Answers came cheap at the break of dawn
Sound bites went on and on and on

They told us Thursday they would come
They told us Friday they would come
Saturday came and still the dying lived on

The missing ones were lost not to be found
They paid the cost, you let them down
But we said, what can we do
Just to make it up to you?

Oh, you can try to make this up to me
But all I had’s lost, now I’m lost, you see
They told me Thursday they would come
They told me Friday they would come
Saturday’s here and I’m trying to find my way home
Oh, the time is here, I’m trying to find my way home