Restless Nights for St. Anthony

Fall 2006

Last year sometime. Probably the beginning of my Craig Finn phase. Saints are useful, you know. They’re the most current mythology we’ve got. Those of us that aren’t self-mythologizing, anyway.

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And always remember the people you meet in the dark
They don’t need you but sometimes they feed you
A spark you can take what you make of it
And you can take it through the restless nights

And we woke up all covered in paper umbrellas and shaving cream
When we woke up St. Anthony said it was all just a dream
And we tried to get back to the back alleys
But the cops had all taped off the scene.

And always forget that you’re going to see it all twice
Cause there’s holes in the picture that fade when you’re rolling
The dice they don’t cheat but they’ll eat you alive
And they’ll put you through some restless nights

And we woke up with blood in our eyes and burns in the furniture
When we woke up St. Anthony told us we had to endure
And we tried to fill gaps in our memories
With the last of the hangover cure

And always forget that you’re going to see it all twice
Once on the way in and once after paying
The price of the picture is elegant fiction.
It’ll put you through some restless nights

And we woke up without all the beads we had won at the festival
When we woke up St. Anthony said we had witnessed the fall
And we tried to make out what that meant to us
But the bartenders rebuilt the wall.