It’s Christmas in St. Louis and I won’t be going back,
I’m four decaying bodies in one beautiful stack.
I told you that I love you, I won’t be gone for long,
That was a lie, this is I’m sorry, written as a song.

Your dog’s sent out to pasture and your father’s barely home,
I told your brother, “Fuck off”, he wouldn’t leave me alone.
St. Louis has too much noise, it’s a screaming, crying mess,
I won’t be back here again, that I must confess.

There is a distance from where you're born and where one day you’ll die.
It says something about who you are and how you lived your life.

Now, a few days before I left…

I went down to the pharmacy to get my mother’s pills.
I was stopped by a stranger, his presence gave me chills.
He told me he understood me, he said he knew my mind,
He said that after everything I would be just fine.

I told him, “What do you mean old man, I’m doing alright.”
He said that he knows what keeps me up at night.
I knew that he was scamming me, getting inside my head.
Right before he walked away this is what he said...

There is a distance from where you're born and where one day you’ll die.
It says something about who you are and how you lived your life.

I never did see that old man again...

So this is why I’m leaving you and why you’ll find me gone.
Because some random stranger made me feel all wrong.
I guess it says something about me, and how I live my life.
That some random stranger could make me leave my wife.

It’s Christmas in St. Louis and I won’t be going back,
I’m four decaying bodies in one beautiful stack.
I told you that I love you, I won’t be gone for long,
That was a lie, this is I’m sorry, written as a song.