Saint - Elton John

You don’t pass your time in limbo

Or hang out with the crowd

Sitting on the stoop like a little girl

Who took the wrong road into town

But you got that short cut way about you

And no one’s going to stare you down

You cook much better on a lower flame

You burn much better when the sun goes down

And heaven can wait

But you ought to be a saint

I got your very best intentions

Helping me along

And if I ever fail to mention

You were an overnight sensation

Well take it from me

My baby’s a saint

I believe you were a new arrival

On the fast train passing through

And you traded in your luck for survival

To sweeten up the witch’s brew

You had a better way of working magic

A little mystery in your eyes

Instead of rolling over you remained the same

You took the whole world by surprise