Letra de The Ballad of Sean Foley
Fell down from your haven To an empire cityscape Someone asked him for directions He would always know the way Offer you his raincoat Let you hide under his hat If you can't walk from whiskey He'll just throw you on his backAnd then away you'll go Through the crowd gathered below To the spinning wheels Of your mobile home And he'll watch you sleep Like a guardian angelStays inside the music Sometimes steps outside the law Always in the name of justice Still believes in the lost cause Distract you with a story Always tries to make you laugh He brings people together Like Gertrude Stein and Mama CassAnd he says, "My friends are yours This town's full of open doors To the sold-out shows Eighth bungalowsAnd the lonesome smokes In this tiny studioAlways finds a muse Everywhere he goes Whether it's the blues Or some abandoned showtuneLearned how to be selfless How to love what wasn't there But never dwell upon it Just embrace what's everywhere People busking in the subway Mc's freestyle in the park Heard a kid from martha's vineyard Made him turn around his carAnd away he goes To the local radio Saying, What's that sound I'd like to know And this might sound strange But I just can't let it goGuess every sinner needs a saint Guess every sinner needs a saint Guess every sinner needs a saint Says everybody is the same