St. Clementine
I’ve come to look for you on these dirty floors
I wake up hollering through my sick and sweat
Half blind, am I alive or dead?
With you screaming in my head in the summer heat
From the living room I hear the Sunday chimes
I’ll drink a toast to you, on the other side
You know I can’t dry out this time
I’ve got a bad weight on my mind St. Clementine
I pray you’ll let me go
But the ambulance light shines
Don’t save what I’ve become
Please just forgive the things I’ve done
But you won’t let me die
You knock the smile off my face
If they just let me go, I’m coming home my love
With the top down headed west
The sun behind the hills
I’m coming home my love
Its lonely everywhere
But I feel you getting close
I’m coming home my love
It puts a smile on my face