Go Find Your Saint

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

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

The union wasa 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

Go find, go find your saint
Go find, go find your saint