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