The Sacred Saint: 6831

Stumbled in a hurry out to the pouring rain
I got your written cry for help from the mailbox yesterday
But time just wasn't kind to me, and the windows had been shut
Now there's no one left between us, besides the sacred saint

Joni was seventeen when she got the job in Spain
She said the hustle wasn't quite a thrill, according to the plan
But three doctors made their wills and put a fortune in her hands
So she pleaded for forgiveness, and hid from the sacred saint

The quiet shepherd lay down under the shade
Said “No dream’s ever dreamed before, if no dream has been made”
Then puffed a cloud onto the sky, but rained down all these flames
And waltzed his way up to the sky, living with the sacred saint

Albert Einstein nearly killed a man
When he turned one into two, and two to one again
But there's only so much a man can carry on his shoulder blade
If he doesn't come kneel and weep before the sacred saint

Come one, come all, to the feet of the precious saint
He will make you walk in shame forever if you come too late
But I'd slipped and bumped the mind out of me and I've lost all common sense
Now there's no way to relive again, all dead to the sacred saint