Lyrics

ST. JOAN

joan is in the fire again.
she gives her skirt a tug,
says her only saint?s a friend,
but sweeps him under the rug.

beynd herself she is remiss,
yet invites her ghosts to waltz.
twirling in their arms she is
perfection graced with faults.

her broken trophies on the wall,
she bows before their dust
to tell them all
?my love has lost its lust.?

joan wants to be holly golightly:
a dime store audrey hepburn variety.
a window shopper?s dream within this city scene:
that i would fall and fade for a movie queen.

joan is in the fire again,
but can?t outburn her flame-
i was hired as a saint for rent
to babysit when she?s tame.

if she?s wild she?s wearing seven veils
saying ?come here, pretty please,?
presents my head with painted nails
then she?s off to tiffany?s

her broken trophies on the wall,
she bows before their dust
to tell them ?all
my love has lost its lust.?