Waiting for Saints

 

Written by John Stewart

 

‘Waiting for Saints’ is on the outstanding “Bandera” live album, Feegie 1994, re-issued by Folk Era, 1998.  Also on the limited-release “Bandera” cassette, 1994,

sold only at gigs in the UK that year. 

Sounds great with the band on the live album, but also works fine when you strum it or pick it.  Not one of those difficult Stew songs.

 

(Am)

Out across the heartland, yeah,

People on the move.

Sometimes, ah, they can't win,

And sometimes, ah, they can't lose.

And (D)sometimes they are hopeless, yeah,

And sometimes they are blue,

(Am) Sometimes they are looking

A (E7)lot like me and you. (Am)

(D)  (Am)  (D)  (Am)

 

You say you like my moves,

But you don't like my style.

You say you like my shoes,

But you don't like my smile.
Oh, (D)you are Mister Perfect, yeah,

They don't make that kind,

(Am) When I start open up your eyes

Unless you're (E)deaf and dumb and blind.

 

Are you (Am) waiting for saints

To be born in the light?

But they (E)are not born,

They just appear

And walk out of the (Am)night.

(D) (Am)  (D) (Am)  (D) (Am)  (D)

 

(Am) I guess you were lonely,

So you fell in love.

That's what you had told me, yeah,

When push had come to shove.

You're (D)always disappointed, yeah,

They never measure up.

Well, (Am)get your list of all you've missed

And (E) come and fill your cup.

 

Are you just (Am) waiting for saints

To be born in the light?

But they (E)are not born,

They just appear

And walk out of the (Am)night.

(D) (Am)  (D) (Am)  (D) (Am)  (D)

 

(Am) If you knew the grass is greener,

You ain't got a clue.

What you got is mighty hot

And good enough for you.

So, (D)why not just surrender, yeah?

It's one thing you can do.

(Am) Take a friend and then you kiss,

(E)What have you got, what have you got to lose?

 

And you are (Am) waiting for saints

To be born in the light?

But they (E)are not born,

They just appear

And walk out of the (Am)night.

 

Are you waiting for saints

To be born in the light?

But they (E)are not born,

They just appear

And walk out of the (Am)night. (D) (Am)

 

Waiting for (D)Saints,(Am)

Waiting for (D)Saints,(Am)

Waiting for (D)Saints,(Am)

Waiting for (D)Saints.(Am)

(D) (Am)  (D) (Am)  (D) (Am)

(D) (Am)  (D) (Am)

 

© John Stewart, All Rights Reserved

 

Charlie Woodward, janhauenstein@gmx.de & Art Faller

 

June 2005