Lyrics

Saints
(Bolter/Bell/Matteson/McMillan)

3 am, here I am, hitting the streets
Fists clenched on my head I beat
How could I let my principles be betrayed

Flash of light, gets my eyes on the alleyway
I feel like a Rembrandt in a gallery
Everybody’s trying to get a look at me

No remorse, I decide to take back my land
Maybe in another life you’ll understand
Can’t keep on, when keeping on is so vain

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed

Quickly now, look around, we gotta go
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Seems like our plans just got rearranged

Not too long after, I made an appeal
To get to a safer place and then cut a deal
What was in that cocktail? Man I feel so strange

She never was able to get what I mean
She spent too many afternoons down on her knees
Praying for the Lord to come and take her away

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed

Looking around, I decide on my getaway
Although there’s a part of me that would rather stay
I guess I get a lot feeling from the fray

Heartbeat a pumping, thumping through my past
Trying to answer questions that I failed to ask
No reply only hesitation and dismay

They got the jump on me and now it’s down to this
I gotta leave you now, give me one more kiss
And try to remember these were our finest days

I used to know a lady that made me pray
Now she laughs at me as she walks away
She never seemed to care too much all the same
She always had her eyes open when she prayed





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