Grant-Lee Phillips - St. Expedite lyrics

Watching the clock over Jackson Square I could feel my life drifting away Loosing my hold like the muddy banks In eleven straight days of rain I want to call on the St. Expedite I better call on that St. Expedite Hung on the carousel took me a while To see that it just goes 'round I kept a thinking your name rings a bell You resemble someone when you smile And I wanna say it's that St. Expedite Honey you got a face like St. Expedite My spirit grows heavy and I wonder at times What keeps it from floating up higher The hatred of people that I might have crossed Or the gravity of our desires It's hell either way callin' St. Expedite Hell either way callin' St. Expedite