The Saint's Lullabye

I wish I could become a star. You could sit on your porch Some holy summer night, Whiskey in hand And look at me.

At twilight, I will be the only one Hanging from the moon A pendulum, Clicking back and forth, To the beat of the Platters, Playing on your A.M. radio.

Even if I go supernova, From where you are standing at the bottom of the bitterroots, the vast cradle of rock, It will take light years for me to fade.