St. Francis Waltz

Petals and minnies litter the street
Cars on St. Francis honking at me
Hands in my pocket, head in the clouds
How does it feel to come home to me now?

You used to say I turned up in your dreams
So you wrote me a letter, explained everything
And you filled it with pepper and honesty
Oh, how does it feel to come home to me?

Come Sunday morning, staying in bed
Cups, wands and coins, shuffle the deck
I pulled the world, you pulled me in
Oh, how does it feel to love again?

Said you remembered the first time we spoke
After a party, sharing a smoke
All the years disappeared, but I tracked you down
Oh, how does it feel to come home to me now?



Credits
Writer(s): Esther Rose King
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