Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.
Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.
He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.
Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.
He does not need the center.
He does not need the throne.
He stands where the weather
Can speak to him alone.
He knows the back entrance.
He knows the loose hinge.
He knows when the party
Is starting to singe.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.
Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.
The singer works the spotlight.
The guitarist chases flame.
The drummer owns the timeline
And remembers every name.
The bass player holds the building.
The wizard bends the air.
The sound guy guards the volume
With an unforgiving stare.
But the side door saint is watching
Where the room begins to split.
He sees the joke turn sideways.
He knows who started it.
He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.
Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.
Jack-AL heard “side door saint”
As “sigh drawer guard.”
Now the caption has a dresser
Standing holy in the yard.
Jack-AL heard “truth in the alley”
As “tooth in the rally.”
Now the punks are marching sideways
With a molar on a trolley.
No.
No.
That is not the verse.
That is not the card.
But the crowd is already chanting
Sigh drawer guard.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.
Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.
He is the witness.
He is the hinge.
He is the hand
On the edge of the fringe.
He is the quiet.
He is the sign.
He is the one
Who sees the line.
He is the warning.
He is the grin.
He is the one
Who lets truth in.
He is not leaving.
He is not gone.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.
Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.
When the fight starts brewing,
He sees it in the shoulders.
When the lie starts moving,
He feels the room get colder.
When the singer starts preaching,
He looks toward the van.
When the guitarist gets holy,
He counts every man.
When the drummer gets quiet,
The night better behave.
When the sound guy says nothing,
The whole room gets brave.
When the merch table freezes,
The law has arrived.
When the side door saint nods,
The song stays alive.
He knows who owes.
He knows who lied.
He knows who came in.
He knows who cried.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.
Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.
One foot in the alley.
One foot in the room.
One hand on the handle.
One eye on the doom.
One laugh for the madness.
One smoke for the past.
One truth for the doorway
That the song could not ask.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Sigh drawer guard.
Sigh drawer guard.
Smoke in the alley.
Smoke in the alley.
Truth in the yard.
Truth in the yard.
He does not shout.
He does not pose.
He does not need
What the spotlight knows.
He does not beg.
He does not chase.
He simply stands
In the threshold place.
Halfway out.
Halfway in.
Halfway mercy.
Halfway sin.
Halfway smoke.
Halfway song.
Halfway gone.
Still along.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
Middle of the music.
Middle of the music.
Halfway outside.
Halfway outside.
Still holding the song.
Still holding the song.
The door swings open.
The door swings closed.
The band keeps playing.
The alley knows.
The door swings open.
The door swings closed.
The truth gets chilly.
The cigarette glows.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
He saw it.
He saw it.
Side door saint.
Side door saint.
He knows.
He knows.
