Saint Mary Of The Woods

(álbum: Saint Mary Of The Woods - 2002)

Where you going with your head hung down?
Papers blowing through the streets of town
They've already taken all of your posters down
Didn't take 'em long once the orders came down.

Sunrise off the lake shining in your eyes
Shining on the wasted and the wise
And all you hear ringing in your ears are boldfaced lies
That scream like the gulls in that smoke stained amber sky.

Fly back to the nest if it helps at all
Saint Mary of the Woods in the early fall
The leaves are turning on the Wabash now and children sing for you
They sing a song of your dreams come true.

Where you going, brandy on your breath?
Bottle's open spilled across the desk
Snifter's broken, smashed against the wall
Just the way your standing says it all.

You hung the sign out : "Please do not disturb"
Driver's waiting out front on the curb
Write it off as one more half sold show
Once they've seen your best they can forget about the rest, don't you know?

Fly back to the nest if it helps at all
Saint Mary of the Woods in the early fall
The leaves are turning on the Wabash now and children sing for you
They sing a song of your dreams come true.