St-Antoine
You know he used to play the rock and roll
And now he's trying to survive out in the cold
Sleeping under cars and sitting in the street again
Chasing after stars and staring down everyone he meets
He's a little rundown
But you'll never ever see him frown
He sings songs about love and pain
Singing songs about his better days
And he's living on St. Anthony street
He lost himself on St. Anthony street
They say he's got an old soul
Yeah he's sitting in a lawn chair in a loophole
He's got his knowledge and he wants to pass it on
I guess he was born in the wrong generation like everyone else
He's a little rundown
But you'll never see him frown
He sings songs about love and pain
Singing songs about his better days
He's living on St. Anthony street
He found himself on St. Anthony street
Writer/s: East Blind Wind
