Watching the clock over Jackson Square I could feel my life drifting away Losing my home like the muddy banks In eleven straight days of rain I want to call on the St. Expedite I better call on that St. Expedite Hung on the carousel it took me a while To see that it just goes 'round I kept a'thinking your name rings a bell You resemble someone when you smile And I want to say it's the St. Expedite Honey you got a face like St. Expedite Ah ah ah My spirit grows heavy and I wonder at times What keeps it from floating up high The hatred of people that I might have crossed Or the gravity of our desires It's hell either way calling St. Expedite Hell either way calling St. Expedite It's hell either way calling St. Expedite Well it's hell either way calling St. Expedite