The Sentinel

by John Gorka

2 Views May 03, 2026

Lyrics

Francis called me Joe

But that is not my name

I told him what it really was

But he lost it just the same

When they made the Francis plan

They took too much off the top

The sentinel of Seneca, the 800 block

He would scare the kids

And the would run away

Till they found he was one of them

Though he was big and gray

Already 55

He dressed as though he cared

He wore his time out on the block

Beneath his close cut hair

He always had a word

For anyone who stopped

The sentinel of Seneca, the 800 block

He'd say you can't part there

And strangers they would go

They would do just what he said

Because they didn't know

Francis lived alone

And that's the way he died

I wonder if they'll need a guard

On the other side

Some people roam the world

To make some kind of change

The parking up on Seneca, will never be the same

They say he got a job

On some other hill

And if you don't miss him

I know the neighbors will

(Repeat 1st verse)