Go Find Your Saint

Had no life, I was feeling

Like some kind of unfinished project

I had a friend John, he said let me turn you on

To the saint of inanimate objects

Go find

Go find your saint

Go find

Go find your saint

Pill by pill a miracle occurred

The whole world got better

How I prayed until I said the words

I knew would upset her

She said, "Get off your knees and don't tarry

I ain't gonna be what I ain't?

"Go find

Go find your saint

Go find

Go find your saint"

I packed my bags

I never did look back

But I'm glad that I met her

Go find

Go find your saint

Go find

Go find your saint

Go find

Go find your saint

Go find

Go find your saint

Union gone but I sang my songs

At the Hall Of The Felled Tree

Under the charms of the saint's folded arms

Well, I hope she can help me