St. Louis

I'm running round in circles Meeting people I see everyday. There's no one left to talk to Cos I already know each word they'll say. In the land of the living There's a key In the land of the living To open me In the land of the living I will search

I met St. Louis on a plane He was sitting there quiet I was doing much the same 'Till he touched my arm just once And I started to cry He said did you know the arch moves I said no take me there, I need to be moved It's been a long long while since m

St. Louis song Something is wrong I kill that man From your own shoulders down And here comes an empty People look at each other like me I don't wanna be I don't want to be he-here I don't want to be he-here 'Cause there's nothing Here to be-e-e-e-e