Bones of St. James

We head out in Burgos when the night was still dark
With rags in our bags we headed west for a walk
300 miles on the dusty roads, Loni and me would go

My girl Jenny caught us up on the day three
We start to loosen up and our blood is running wild and free
We run into Jerry and a Viking from Norway
And León turned water into wine

Jerry'd quit his work and left his wife to ramble on the track
He'd strut the streets with a cigarette and a red wine pack
At the refuge he croaks "we still have some energy
City's calling, let's wash the dust down"

And the bones of Saint James are twisting in the grave
Nuns turn away from the balconies
'Cause they don't want to know, what's going on
But we all know, that we're meant to be here, feeling no shame
There's no shame

'Cause we're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
And we can't hide away from shame

We cross the town into an inn while the wild cats are moaning
There's a bullfight in the corner and the tables are groaning
We swim in sunflower seeds, and roll on the olives
Sitting next to a passed out piano player in the corner

The glasses hit the tables and the faces start glowing
Thirsty eyes turn at the high heels proudly sailing across the floor
British Phil's getting mad, he shouts: "You can't trust a woman
the Viking and Jenny, they're up to something bad!"

So I run up the stairs and through the ladies room doorway
Having lost a girl the Viking's sobbing, sitting at the corner
While Jenny's trying to comfort him Loni's cooling down the bouncer
When Jerry came out of the stall and just washed his hands

And the bones of Saint James are twisting in the grave
Nuns turn away from the balconies
'Cause they don't want to know, what's going on
But we all know, that we're meant to be here, feeling no shame
There's no shame

'Cause we're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
And we can't hide away from shame

Jerry's staggering back on the street smoking with his shirt torn open
Loni and the Viking run out to the fields with their horns to shorten
And I'm just dragging along with Jenny, just trying to stay awake
Phil stayed preaching at new comers in the inn

Now, the night's burning golden and the sun's sinking down
Jerry's money's spilled, his clothes are ripped and he's rolling his face burned on the ground
He lets out a cry, closes one eye and frames a scene with his fingers
If he had his paints he'd make this moment last forever

And the bones of Saint James are twisting in the grave
Nuns turn away from the balconies
'Cause they don't want to know, what's going on
But we all know, that we're meant to be here, feeling no shame
There's no shame

'Cause we're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
We're all just rambling through this alley
And we can't hide away from shame