Saint Mary Of The Woods

Where you going

With your head hung down

Papers blowin' 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

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 to you

They sing a song of your dreams come true

Where you goin'

Brandy on your breath

Bottle's open spilled across the desk

Snifter's broken, smashed against the wall

Just the way your standin' 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