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