Watching the clock over Jackson Square
I could feel my life drifting away
Loosing my hold like the muddy banks
In eleven straight days of rain
I better call on that St. Expedite

Hung on the carousel
Took me awhile
To see that it just goes around
I kept a' thinking you're name rings a bell
You resemble someone when you smile

I wanna say it's that St. Expedite
Honey you got a face
Like St. Expedite

My spirit grows heavy
And I wonder some times
What keeps it from floating up higher
The hatred of people that I might have crossed
Or the gravity of our desire
It's hell either way
Callin' St. Expedite
Hell either way
Callin' St. Expedite
Hell either way
Callin' St. Expedite

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Writer(s): GRANT, LEE PHILLIPS