the neon light of the saints

the saints all hang their heads

the avenue is long

they're muffling their voices

in the cold breaking dawn

the saints are in their element

the elements are brave

the voices and the wrecking crew

and the marching of the saints

the saints are playing horseshoes

the flood is in the past

and mercy isn't critical

sometimes they even laugh

on their way uptown

so much to do so much to say

in letters red and crystalline

go marching in the saints

the saints

the saints

gonna meet you once again

the saints

the saints

in the neon light of the saints

the saints are just as relevant

as the old evening blues

the saints wrap 'round the city

they flicker and they choose

sometimes they are connected

sometimes they hope and pray

in letters red and crystalline

go marching in the saints