by Ed Romanoff, Josh Ritter, Crit Harmon
I got my face from a man
That I have not met
I've been lookin' for him
But I ain't found him yet
It seems all that I wanted
And all that I fear
Was waitin' for me, sister
When I got out of here
With my eyes to the ground
And no one to meet
Just yesterday's paper
Blowin' down the street
I passed through these gates
Like a wrecking ball
And I hear the bells ringing
I hear the bells call
They're calling me back
To St Vincent de Paul
Well, if we met on the street
Would I know his face?
And would he look into mine
And find there a trace
Of the woman he loved once
A long time ago?
And would I pass and ride by
And not even know it?
And I'm still walking these streets
Like a wrecking ball
I hear the bells ringing
I hear the bells call
They're calling me back
To St Vincent de Paul
In a world of concrete
In a world of men
New faces blown from
The places they've been
I slipped into this world
Like a thief before dawn
Just tell me my name
And I'll be gone
In the courtyard of St Vincent's
A new baby cried
He cries for his mother
And she left him behind
With no family name
And no next-of-kin
Just the sisters of mercy
Who watch over him
Till he crosses those gates
Like a wrecking ball
I hear the bells ringing
I hear the bells call
They're calling me back
To St Vincent de Paul
I hear the bells ringing
Oh, I hear the bells call
They're calling me back
To St Vincent de Paul