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 saintPill 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 saintI 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 saintThe union was gone but I sang my songs at the Hall of the Felled Tree
Under the charm of the Saint's folded arms
Well I hope she can help me
