St. Christopher

Seems like a heavy load

Anti-depressants lessen episodes

While the West End boys in their hand-me-down clothes

Brag about fights under her street lights

She walks alone the long way home

And oh she's a troubled soul

Oh so troubled but nobody knows.

Looks like his armour's old

Carrying chinks that his father used to own

And when he hits the bottle it definitely shows

He's a Machiavellian in a rebellion

I wish I could see how it would so follow

And oh he's a terrible state

Oh so terrible, drowning in hate.

But oh when you see him

He's smiling at the ceiling

And telling you he's never growing old

And oh when you see her

She smiles when you greet her

And tells you that she's never alone

As long as St. Christopher's here (x4)

While a young professional city square mile

Worried for the first time in quite a while

She smirks then cursed let the booze ?

More concerned with a friend who is wild

Encouraged by guys I don't trust

And I say leave 'em alone or I'll visit your home

Uh oh he's a loveable rogue

We'll all be responsible when he goes

But oh when you see him

He's smiling at the ceiling

And telling you he's never growing old

And oh when you see her

She smiles when you greet her

And tells you that she's never alone

As long as St. Christopher's here (x4)