St. Mark's Funny Feeling

You said the Sabbath day's coming, I'm already through

I believe that I was staying just for you

What good is anyone, honey, without being yours?

I did almost all the things I left you for

Wasted away to nothing

Flat out on the floor without you

Whoa, oh, oh

St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You've been coming up

But you never look at me

Was it that I wanted too much for free?

Two hits and every day's Sunday

Without being yours

I keep dropping to my knees and crying "Lord"

Wasting away to nothing

Ground down like a stone without you

Whoa, oh, oh

St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

St. Mark's got him a funny feeling

You keep coming up

All I ever do is flee

If I go on this way for long, I must be

Two pennies short of one dollar

Frayed, I'm like a rope

With your only fornication at your throat

Wasting away to nothing, here on the bone

Whoosh, you're gone

Left alone a-singin' your song away there

St. Mark's got him funny feeling