St+Christopher

E B A E St Christopher hangs from the rear vision mirror E B A E Down the side on the floor he’s got some dress making scissors E B A B E A B A There’s a packet sewn into the back seat that he has to deliver

And he’s learned that it’s best not to ask any questions He’s developed an ear for the slightest inflection He always knows just where to run in any direction

Well he never meant for things to turn out this way But somehow he sank just a little each day Now as soon as he gets it he's spent all his pay And just how it will all end is too hard to say

And if he takes half a minute to try and say why He mumbles something to do with demand and supply He says he can't quite remember when The guns started in

He smiles at the runners hanging down from the power lines

And if he had his time over again / And if he'd know then all of what he knows now