Me And St. Francis
© 2007 Jeffrey E. McCaskill. All Rights Reserved.
I camp in the desert
With coyotes for company
We howl at the moon
Like a chorus undone.
They linger 'til morning
When flames die to ashes
I bid them adieu
Then shrink from the sun.
The wide-open vistas
Are just what a man needs
To face all the sadness
And work through the tears.
And with the St. Francis
I stole from her garden
I've got a good listener
Who won't drink my beer.
With him as my guardian
No memory can hurt me
I'm able to ponder
What might lay ahead.
Yeah, it's me and St. Francis
Against all that glitters
Me and St. Francis
Until I am dead.
I camp in the desert
With coyotes for company
We howl at the moon
Like a chorus undone.
They linger 'til morning
When flames die to ashes
I bid them adieu
Then shrink from the sun.
The wide-open vistas
Are just what a man needs
To face all the sadness
And work through the tears.
And with the St. Francis
I stole from her garden
I've got a good listener
Who won't drink my beer.
With him as my guardian
No memory can hurt me
I'm able to ponder
What might lay ahead.
Yeah, it's me and St. Francis
Against all that glitters
Me and St. Francis
Until I am dead.
