From the recording South Bay Travelers
Lyrics
St. Thomas
By John Lauterjung
Down in a waterfront tavern, everything going his way;
The beer he was tasting, the girl he was chasing,
It all seemed to fit into place.
Life was a dream and love was a scheme.
Down in an empty cathedral, a memory stirs in his breast;
A boy who was safe in the things he had faith in,
They’re gone now, along with the rest;
Virtue and sin; Smoke in the wind.
[Refrain]
And, oh, Saint Thomas, your eyes are turning red;
Your fitful desires won’t let you retire to bed.
Saint Thomas, why do you delay?
The love you are seeking you have in your keeping today!
Surrounding himself in the silence, the mystery holds him in awe;
Chipping at life like a sculptor on granite,
His trophies to mount on the wall.
Finally alone, stripped to the bone.
[Refrain]