St. Francis — Sarah Slean

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 standin' 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 Looking tall But looking back I wasn't brave at all I wasn't brave at all Was I?

I'd make beatiful 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 be brave

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

?S. Slean