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