Saint Christopher

This highway ends as highways always do.
There’s no denying that I’m passing by the exit used to bring me home to you.
We’re all lost and found love by now a time or two.
It’s just that I have never lost the love of somebody quite the same as you.

Just make it tragic and I’ll go. Sweet Juliet to my hopeless Romeo.
You’ll be fine someday I’m sure. And I’ve lost so many things.... what’s one more?

What need have I for Saint Christopher? I’ve got your picture... in my mind.
Decorate the dash with souvenirs of loving you and leaving you behind.
The passing scenery sometimes takes me something like the way you used to.
Sun going down behind me. You in your town behind me. I was only ever passing through.

Just make it tragic and I’ll go. Sweet Juliet to your hopeless Romeo.
I’ll be fine someday I’m sure. And you’ve lost so many things.... what’s one more?

Late night on the highway, middle of nowhere, living in a little pool of headlight.
I talk to you like you’re still inside me you’d be sleeping in the seat beside me I’d be
Taking you home.
Taking you home.
Hoping I could stay a while before I roam.

Just make it tragic and I’ll go. Sweet Juliet I am your hopeless Romeo.
We’ll be fine someday I’m sure. And we’ve lost so many things.... what’s one more?

What’s one more. What need have I for Saint Christopher, I’ve got your picture?
What need have I for Saint Christopher?
Sun going down behind me. You in your town behind me.
Oh Saint Christopher. Oh Saint Christopher...
Take me home