St. Francis

Just like St. FrancisThe little birds comeLonely for a little warmYou give them your musicBut they just want a songOh, no, I'll never learnBut I'd make beautiful soundsI'd lay you down like a lover wouldMy pride, still standin' straightBut looking backI wasn't so braveI wasn't so braveFlying through tunnelsAt the mouth of New YorkSometimes, I belong hereBut it's funny how leavingTurns the emptiness upThe hole you never heard beforeOh, I laugh in my handsA kiss from that manLike a melodyMy pride still standingLooking tallBut looking backI wasn't brave at allI wasn't brave at allWas I?I'd make beatiful soundsI'd lay you down like a lover wouldOn the phone, I started to sayBut then I stoppedI used to be braveI used to be braveHere's hoping next time, we'll get it right