St. Francis Waltz

Petals and minnies litter the street Cars on St. Francis honking at me Hands in my pocket, head in the clouds How does it feel to come home to me now? You used to say I turned up in your dreams So you wrote me a letter, explained everything And you filled it with pepper and honesty Oh, how does it feel to come home to me? Come Sunday morning, staying in bed Cups, wands and coins, shuffle the deck I pulled the world, you pulled me in Oh, how does it feel to love again? Said you remembered the first time we spoke After a party, sharing a smoke All the years disappeared, but I tracked you down Oh, how does it feel to come home to me now?