St. Joe Keeps Us Safe - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties

I got sick of the silence

I got tired of the dark

I was sleeping in late, I was wasting away, I was dying in small parts

So I lit up a smoke and

Took a walk through the park

The dead leaves scrape concrete making it sound like you’re next to me,

arm in arm

I was putting holes in the drywall

I was hoping you’d save me from me

I’m gonna go see my mother

Take the LIRR

Walk the cold Brooklyn streets towards Astoria, Queens

Out to West Babylon

I walked up the driveway

Saw my Daddy’s old car

He’s been gone for months but we covered it up.

It still sits in the yard

Well I spent my whole life saying I’d never need no one

But I think I might need you

I think I might need you.

I think I might need you

We sat in the kitchen

My mother’s a soldier of god

And so paintings of Jesus

And statues of saints still adorn all the halls

But we’ll never go hungry

Thanks to the Infant of Prague

And St. Joe keeps us safe cause we buried him deep in a hole in the backyard

«I know things ain’t been good since dad died

I know you don’t need this from me»

«But mama, I’m breaking

There’s no light in the dark

Dianne left this week»

She said, «Son, look at me.

I know we ain’t been this low before»

«And I’m sorry Aaron»

«I know this year has been hard»

«If you’re hurt then I’m hurt»

«I won’t make it worse.

I’m always in your corner.»

Well I spent my whole life saying I’d never need no one

But I think I might need you

I think I might need you.

I think I might need you

«Something's wrong

I been waiting here too long»

And she said, «I knew something was wrong.

You ain’t called here in too long

Take the car and run.

Take the car and run.

Take the car and run.»