St. Francis

Just like St. Francis

The little birds come

Lonely for a little warm

You give them your music

But they just want a song

Oh no, I'll never learn

But I'd make beautiful sounds,

I'd lay you down like

A lover would

My pride, still standing straight

But looking back

I wasn't so brave

I wasn't so brave

Flying through tunnels

At the mouth of New York

Sometimes, I belong here

But it's funny how leaving

Turns the emptiness up

The hole you never heard before

Oh I laugh in my hands

A kiss from that man like

A melody

My pride, still standing tall

But looking back, I wasn't brave at all

I wasn't brave at all, was I?

I'd make beautiful sounds

I'd lay you down like a lover would

On the phone, I started to say

But then I stopped

I used to be brave

I used to brave

Here's hoping next time we'll get it right