Saint Anthony

I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand So I will cut through the alley so I can get right there That way you don't have to feel alone or sad I guess I should leave around 7 or 8 Because my girlfriend hates when I stay too late Even though I don't mind the lack of sleep And you lost yourself when you left Water Street And I lost myself around the age of 23 I'm sitting on the back porch looking at the night sky But there's too much light pollution so I guess I'll go inside And tell myself I'm going to bed early You called me on my drive home Then you fell asleep on the telephone While you were hiding from your fiance in the front seat of your car You lost yourself on a beach in California And I lost my lunch in the bathroom of a dive bar And you lost your love of swing bands and romance novels I lost most of myself last fall If you pray to Saint Anthony He'll help you find all your lost things Don't know if it's true But I'd like to believe