I got thinking on the mind
I got thinking on the mind
Sure I need some stuff to do
Some time never gonna be too soon, when I see one
Yeah

You think I'm lonely? Well, you're right
Think I'm lonely? Well, you're right
World is loose and it cuts me down
Gleaming soul in a washed up town–doesn't mean much
Yeah-heah

Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Could you ever know I'm tongue-tied, sitting out of season?
Never, no, nobody, have to end me, end me
End me, end me

Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Could you ever know I'm tongue-tied, sitting out of season?
Never, no, nobody, have to end me, end me
End me, end me

You got looking in your eye
You got looking in your eye – hey!
Twist my head just to see what for
No home man – girl, I can't no more
Gonna be one – yeah-heh!
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Could you ever know I'm tongue-tied, sitting out of season?
Yeah...

Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Could you ever know I'm tongue-tied, drifting off the scene, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... (Ohh yeah-heh!)

Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend? (Yeah!)
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend?
Hey saint, you want to be my friend? Yeah yeah

(I got thinking on the mind!)
(I got thinking on the mind!)
(I got thinking on the mind!)
(I–got thinking on the mind!)
(I–got thinking on the mi–ind!)