作词 : Black
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 findGo find your saint
Go findGo 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 tarryI ain't gonna be what I ain't”"
Go findGo find your saint
Go findGo find your saint"I packed my bagsI never did look backBut I'm glad that I met herGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintUnion gone but I sang my songsAt the Hall Of The Felled TreeUnder the charms of the saint's folded armsWell, I hope she can help me