Thinking
about the restitution old
and the promises of the road
that young eyes see so
Then along came life
and kicked me in the ass,
and I traveled far too fast,
but St. John stayed beside me
to remind me when I am stupid,
which I am a lot of the time.
I'm thinkin' about her
blue eyes in the sun
The day that I claimed one,
a property of the angels
And I have walked
among the ghosts of other men
Told me time and time again
They could have used the St. Joe
beside them
To remind them
When they were stupid
Which men are
A lot of the time
Here we go
An d everybody needs a St. Joe
They're very old
Their own St. Joan
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Go get your own,
your own St. Joan
Thinking about the restitution owed
And the promises of the road,
the young I see so blindly
That reminds me, I ain't so stupid
Look what I got by my side
Here we go, here we go
Everybody needs a St. John
Their very own
Their own St. John
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Go get your own
Your own St. John
Sing it with us, here we go
Everybody needs a St. Joe
You'll carry on, your own St. Joe
You can't have mine, she ain't for sale
Go get your own, your own St. Joe
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