Breakfast With St. Swithin Lyrics - Singles - Town Pants

I had breakfast with St. Swithin 

He was waiting on a train 

He said, "Tell me all your troubles boy, 

I won't be through this way again." 

I said, "There's a certain one, and 

Her beauty's like an engine." 

He said, "Hang on son, I've heard this one, 

And the rest ain't worth the mention." 

Said I'm sick of all you bleeding-hearts 

Hung up over skirts 

You always spend your money 

Just to end up feeling like dirt 

You sit home there alone 

Until all your youth is gone 

The bright lights of the city: 

They're waiting for you son. 

Let's go running through the streets (2x) 

Stop along and chat with everyone we meet 

(repeat) 

He brought me to the bars 

And he brought me around 'til one 

He dragged me here, and dragged me there 

Thought I'd never see the sun 

He dropped me on the corner 

I never saw him go 

I thought about his advice as I 

Walked home in the snow.