Sitting in this frozen box of ice at the north pole
To them it was just an experiment, I never knew it would cost my soul
To the military, I was their very best, with information I could not share
Now they're trying to crack my code and it's more than I can bear
I'm a silent saint
I'm a saint
I'm a silent saint
I'm a saint
Now I've sailed the seven seas, except for Bengal
And I've danced with a Russian queen at a Tel Aviv ball
The arctic cold is moving in, my consciousness is fading fast
And if they don't come for me soon, this Leslie County boy won't last
Still I'm a silent saint
I'm a saint
I'm a silent saint
I'm a saint
Kentucky rolls over the bluegrass, fades into my mind
The mandolins play louder and I think I'm going blind
Oh, Hyden's ringing in my ears and the last words my father said,
He said the mines are a slow suicide, oh and now the coal mine is dead
The helicopter flies me back to my kith and kin
And I know my Ruth will be waiting with open arms to welcome me in
Oh but I'm a silent saint
I'm a saint
I'm a silent saint
I'm a silent saint
credits
from Man Mountain,
released August 22, 2004
Graham Sparkman: Vocals, Guitar, Drums
Kent Colwell: Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Dru Baird: Bass
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