Lyrics: Paolo Montrone
Music: Paolo Montrone
Wash away your wacky fears
Your sham will pave
This road with tears
In the corner of your eyes
You’ll find my long lost
Causes untied
Textbooks and town halls
Reality checks
Say it all
Where you go
Troubles will follow
Scant alibis until your next goodbye
Down the hall
Ramblers fall
Quarantined crews
Play one more blues
Done for the day
Your last mean trick
Has failed you now
Like a looted artifact lie
Y’ll turn up nearby
Pay as you go my friend
No, you can’t come in tow
No more
Just When
Will it end by
I don’t know
Saint Martin’s
Summertime
Naff amigos and their peers
Gold seekers turned
Poor junketeers
While crowd pleasers in disguise
Inflame more drama
And petty crimes
Cowboys on e-bikes
See you down at
Bar Fifty-Five
Where you go troubles will follow
Scant alibis until your next goodbye
Down the hall
Ramblers fall
Quarantined crews
Play one more blues
Done for the Day
Your last mean trick has failed
You now
Like a looted artifact lie
Y’ll turn up nearby
Pay as you go my friend
No, you can’t come in tow
No more
Just When
Will it end by
I don’t know
Saint Martin’s
Summertime
On this fine day
My waning common sense prevails
Our forgotten lone satellite
Finds our lost White Knight
Pack up and go my friend
Your stunt is reaching its dead end
Right Before my tune will
Fade out
Saint Martin’s
Summertime