Song Lyrics

Francis, I was lying when I said I hadn't heard what happened
I probably heard later on the very same day it went down
That's the funny thing about people moving into big cities
Spend so much time trying to turn it into their tiny town

Francis, is there someway to help that's not just handing you money?
There's something unsaid in the way that you say at your health
Whatever happened to the elegant guy you used to always bring to the Parkside?
Seems like he'd be in a better position to help

I was waiting for a package
I was hoping something happens
I was desperate for New York to ask me out
I was trying to find my footing, I was drinking, I was dancing
Francis let me crash out on his couch

Twenty three years is a while in a place with a bathtub in the kitchen
Up on the roof for cigarettes and better reception
Yeah it's a whole other scene but how could anyone blame 'em?
You get a new number when the old one gets disconnected

I was waiting for a package
I was hoping something happens
I was desperate for New York to take me out
I was trying to find my footing, I was doing things I shouldn't
Francis let me crash out on his couch
Francis let me crash out on his couch

But I can't keep saying thank you, Francis
I can't keep saying thank you
I can't keep saying thank you, Francis
I can't keep saying thank you

Francis always said, "you gotta befriend the bartenders"
Told me to tip really big on the opening round
Francis did me a favor I'll always remember
He let me stay at his place when I first came to town

Francis said the guy at his job's got a thing for the new girl
His landlord's a dick and he's sure that he won't understand
The two hundred bucks will help him breathe a bit easy
Francis, do you even have a plan?
Francis, do you even have a plan?

I can't keep saying thank you, Francis
I can't keep saying thank you
I can't keep saying thank you, Francis
I can't keep saying thank you

Craig Finn