saint mary of the woods

where you going with your head hung down?

papers blowin' through the streets of town

they've already taken all of your posters down

didn't take 'em long once the orders came down. sunrise off the lake shining in your eyes

shining on the wasted and the wise

and all you hear ringing in your ears are boldfaced lies

that scream like the gulls in that smoke stained amber sky. fly back to the nest if it helps at all

saint mary of the woods in the early fall

the leaves are turning on the wabash now and children sing for you

they sing a song of your dreams come true. where you goin'

brandy on your breath?

bottle's open spilled across the desk

snifter's broken

smashed against the wall

just the way your standin' says it all. you hung the sign out: please do not disturb"