The Saint

The sun is always shining when he rolls into town
He's dragging it behind, but he stays inside
And the sun is always shining, but he sits on his ass
With his back to the looking glass, he lets it pass

And he wishes he were standing in the light
But to get out of his chair would cause a fight

The sun is always shining, he shuffles down the street
The friction in his magic making heat
The sun is always shining, the good guys always win in the end
But the frosty fun-faced girl is mad at him

She lets her hard feelings and her anger slide
While his bad boy side takes them both for a ride

The sun is always shining, but it's colder than you know
When laughter comes and wind begins to blow
He's reflected in the folklore, in campesino's toothless grins
When the local flora makes them deaf to him

He clenches his teeth for the fight
He'll be damned if he'll sleep on the station floor
One more night