st thomas and an old man walkin'   and he tells him   go your own way, be your own stay   don't matter what they all say   in the middle of a fire   you feel the need to run   the only way to make it   is to stand like a stone   all alone      st thomas and a middle man walkin'   and he tells him   take it day by day   never see the grey   no one know how the cards'll lay   it's a crisis of my time and my   spirit, i have no energy   creativity only flows, i suppose   when the desert runs dry      brother   don't you see my hands are holed   can you reach out for my side   touch me   stop doubting just believe   thomas looks alot like me      st thomas and a young man walkin'   and he tells him   live the good life   find a good wife,   don't think about the dream   the clock hangs like a thief   on the wall, like punishment   for what i want, for what i need,   and how far away it is from me      brother   don't you see my hands are holed   can you reach out for my side   touch me   stop doubting just believe...      st thomas and a dead man walkin'   and he thinks   i'll go my own way   never have to pay...      brother   don't you see my hands are holed   can you reach out for my side   touch me   stop doubting just believe