Hymn to Saint Jude

I'm flying higher you can't see me

I'm getting ready for the parade

I've sold my shares in heaven

& I'm not going to be the same again

you can confuse abuse & lose me

lord I am ready for that trail

I am ready to cross that ocean

I'm not coming back again

so, All the saints can come & find me

I got friends up there I can tell.....

I've done enough research into the madness

of sitting on the shelf

I am champagne flying blindly

into someone who is myself

you can take your glue like madness

& give it to someone else

I have done my time on the island

now it's time for something else

so, All the saints can come & find me

I got friends up there I can tell.....

I'm not coming back again.......!