Lyrics:

Watching the clock over Jackson Square
I could feel my life drifting away
Losing my hold 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 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 wanna say it's that St. Expedite
Honey you got a face like St. Expedite

My spirit grows heavy and I wonder at times
What keeps it from floating up higher
The hatred of people that I might have crossed
Or the gravity of our desires

It's hell either way callin' St. Expedite
Hell either way callin' St. Expedite