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