Lyrics: 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 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
Quotes: "This was a quirky little song, kind of strange. Somehow the guys made it sound like simple, which is nice because you don't want your complicated songs to sound complicated. And they made it sound like a slice of something easy, even though it wasn't." - Frank on recording Honeycomb - Night Times. 12/06/2005