I'M OUT LATE
EVERY NIGHT
DOIN' THINGS
THAT AIN'T RIGHT
AND SHE'LL CRY FOR ME
WHEN I'M
DOWN IN THE DUMPS
AND SHE NURSES
MY LUMPS
HOW SHE CRIES FOR ME
AND SHE'LL
NEVER COMPLAIN
SHE KEEPS
HIDING THE PAIN
BUT I KNOW
ALL THE WHILE
SHE'S NOT
FEELING TOO WELL
'CAUSE I PUT HER
THROUGH HELL
STILL SHE
FORCES A SMILE
SHE'S GOT TO BE A SAINT
LORD KNOWS THAT I AIN'T
I FINALLY REALIZE
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES
HERE IS A SAINT
THERE'S A DRESS
IN THE SHOP
THAT'LL MAKE HER
EYES POP
BUT SHE'LL LOOK AWAY
SHE'D HAVE GOTTEN
A LIFT
IF I'D BOUGHT HER
THAT GIFT
FOR HER BIRTHDAY
BUT HER BIRTHDAY
HAS COME
AND I FEEL LIKE A BUM
'CAUSE I SPENT
MY LAST DIME
ON A WORTHLESS
OLD FRIEND
ON A DRUNKEN WEEKEND
I'VE DONE IT
TIME AFTER TIME
SHE'S GOT TO BE A SAINT
LORD KNOWS THAT I AIN'T
I FINALLY REALIZE
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES
HERE IS A SAINT
SHOULD I STAY
SHOULD I GO
I REALLY DON'T KNOW
MY MIND'S IN A BLUR
SOON
IT'S GONNA BE DAWN
AND IF SHE
FINDS ME GONE
WOULD IT BE
BEST FOR HER
I SEE HER CRY
IN HER SLEEP
SO I'LL KISS
HER WET CHEEK
I'LL KNEEL BY HER
AND PRAY
AND I'LL TURN OFF
THE LIGHT
STEP OUT IN THE NIGHT
AND I'LL GO ON MY WAY
SHE'S GOT TO BE A SAINT
LORD KNOWS THAT I AIN'T
I FINALLY REALIZE
RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES
HERE IS A SAINT