St. Tom, 1941 Lyrics

Quick, gather your thoughts and remember this

Cause when it goes it goes quick

Faster than the mumbling and his mental slip

I sit, stared and watched him drift

Try to remember when he wasn't sick

Now, remember how he never quit

Not a man but bull with no whip

This unbearable weight and pressure

Could cripple a bridge

You're not gone, you're just harder to see

But I'll see you, in everything