Good St. Michael, light a fire for me
and we can sit and talk a while
about a life I did not choose.
And maybe you can tell me, why in a world full of colours
there's so many diferent shades of blue

There's a blue for the promises I've broken
There's a blue for all the hours I've spent alone
There's a blue for all these memories of growing up
on the Shelter Valley Road.

Throw the Christains to the lions
lets just see what their Gods can really do
and would I really understand this life any better
if I were standing in Jesus' shoes...
Maybe I just need another drink, or a cigarette,
'cause redemption is a word we do not use -
it sounds too much like we're all too little,
buried in lives of blue

Blue fo all the feelings left unspoken
Blue for all the hours I've spent alone
Blue like growing up
on Shelter Valley Road .