st thomas and an old man walkin'

and he tells him

go your own way, be your own stay

don't matter what they all say

in the middle of a fire

you feel the need to run

the only way to make it

is to stand like a stone

all alone

st thomas and a middle man walkin'

and he tells him

take it day by day

never see the grey

no one know how the cards'll lay

it's a crisis of my time and my

spirit, i have no energy

creativity only flows, i suppose

when the desert runs dry

brother

don't you see my hands are holed

can you reach out for my side

touch me

stop doubting just believe

thomas looks alot like me

st thomas and a young man walkin'

and he tells him

live the good life

find a good wife,

don't think about the dream

the clock hangs like a thief

on the wall, like punishment

for what i want, for what i need,

and how far away it is from me

brother

don't you see my hands are holed

can you reach out for my side

touch me

stop doubting just believe...

st thomas and a dead man walkin'

and he thinks

i'll go my own way

never have to pay...

brother

don't you see my hands are holed

can you reach out for my side

touch me

stop doubting just believe