From the recording SAINT OF EVERYTHING
Times are weird, and getting weirder. Perhaps we're marching backward into the future, but we'll get where we need to be. Saint of Everything bounces along throwing garlands of flowers and sprinkling fairy dust, with a message of measured weariness but certainly of hope.
Lyrics
A songbird on the wire
sings a weary tune
The Saint of Things That Fly
has got the blues
A slow motion wave
from a rolling train
the Saint of Things That Move
is passing through
Ride all night
on tired horses
The Saint of Everything knows
when we break through
we’ll be brand new
A year of windless sails
a year without a breeze
The Saint of Time and Tide
adrift at sea
A phone rings in a booth
a ghost is on the line
The Saint of Those That Roam
is on the wire
Ride all night
on tired horses
The Saint of Everything knows
when we break through
we’ll be brand new
Have you heard the news?
we burning all the calendars tonight
a bonfire of our blues
we’re crawling to the light
Take sorrow to the bridge
tie it to a stone
the Saint of Everything will take us home
the Saint of Everything will take us home