Saint Monica - The Ballroom Thieves

She stood like a wolf in the doorway

The others laid bare on the ground

And now she makes her bed

Out in Brooklyn instead

And I sleep with the goddamn hounds

Her voice for a moment of lenience

And her words for the coin in your jar

And while she pays her dues

As another man’s muse

I still can’t tell my head from my heart

I cannot know all that I am

Lest I forget I’m a decent man

Now she drinks and I smoke as we please to

While the other men fall to their knees

And a trifling part

In the back of my heart

Says if ever that coward is me

Maybe if I begged some old saint for her patience

And then sold it to pay for her time

Til I wake up one day

And to all my dismay

That old face in the coffin is mine

I cannot know all that I am

Lest I forget I’m a decent man

Oh, I’m a decent man

She stood like a wolf in the doorway