Nish the Fish - St Elmo's Lyre Lyrics

I lost my lighter
Left it at the party
St Elmo's Fire
While I'm lost at sea
Serendipity is waiting for me
By the ashtray
She's wearing gray
Chastity, sipping her gin
Twirling her hair, wearing her grin
On the balcony rail, her face to the wind
She glances at me, we're conversing
"I don't know you; you must be new to this town"
She says with a frown in her evening gown
I know I can't go
To the well where I once drew blood and
My quest hangs on the edge of a knife and
(Alright, alright. Don't get worked up
She says as she turns to me. You should meet my friend)
Felicity, stroking her chin
Sizing me up and considering
But serendipity is still waiting for me
By the ashtray
So I'm on my way
St Elmo is here by high decree
Looking real good in his velvet filigree
Standing by the fire with his hands on his lyre
He's looking at me
Like I'm lost at sea
"Who do you think you are" he asks
And "how many masks are being worn at the bar
If you had to guess"
Is not the fear of thirst when your well is full
The unquenchable thirst?
I think Gibran said that first
So we talk for a while
Behind a cigarette smile
Drawing me in with his guise and his guile
"You will walk your mile, West of the Nile"
But for now how about some tea
Chamomile?"
"Maybe some early grey"