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

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

The 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHARLES THOMPSON