Patron Saint Of The Mediocre

Sing through your heart if your head's on the ground

And the song's on high

Cecilia says you've never seen the light unless you're found

Now my mind is like I-Ching on soda

Goin another round

I keep talking but I cannot understand

Why you would give me time to let me put you down

You said:

Don't you be surprised to find me

I've been moving slowing

Up into your mind where you can't hide me

I've been coming around the corner waving:

? Hello, Howdy, Hi! Won't you give me five?

Now it's Sunday and I'm taking it slowly

By the riverside

Step into the water for a ritual that fades

With the tide

See the smoke it blows white on white

Into the sky it sends

You get the message

And suddenly you realize

The right-wing lightning is gonna strike again

Chorus

Patron saint of the mediocre

From you I get my name

Like a ghost you're always hiding

In the shadows of my eyes

Just hid from view