St. Tomas

You may be gone, my friend
But someday we'll meet again
Past the realm of human life
Into the darkness, into the light
Staring down what could have been
Never taunted by the wind
Never set back by the rain
But just the same

You may be gone, my friend
But someday we'll meet again
You're the one who always kept the wolves at bay
You're a saint for what you've done here

The sun comes up, a golden crown
He turns his back away, on another town
He gets by with the ones he loves
The dead below, the stars above
A letter sent, an old post card
It won't find its way, to the railroad yard

If they could only hear you know
How you're voice will thunder through the crowd
Angry, young, poor, and proud
Leaving tracks behind that those in need could find
Days come, how they go
Take a deep breath and take it slow
Fill your lungs before you begin
For those that remember are those that still sing

You may be gone, my friend
But someday we'll meet again
Past the realm of human life
Into the darkness, into the light
Staring down what could have been
Never taunted by the wind
Never set back by the rain
But just the same

You may be gone, my friend
But someday we'll meet again
You're the one who always kept the wolves at bay
You're a saint for what you've done here