Patron Saint Of Rock And Roll - Jon Foreman

I saw the patron saints parade down city hall

I saw the patron saints for the handsome, rich and tall

I felt so out of place, appalling and appalled

They all drove away and there was no one left to call

Cause there ain’t no surrogate savior for my soul

There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll

For rock and roll

I stood and watched the parade crowded in the back

I couldn’t see a thing through the patriotic flag

The huddled masses and me disillusioned in the rain

Wondering what America means when I feel so out of place

Sometimes I feel lonely, devilish and old

As if my congregation were the bitter cold

And my hymnal feels like it’s got holes

Christ alone could save my soul

There’s a park downtown

Where the homeless get ignored

Where the church next door is a crowd

Singing «Blessed are the poor»

Where the Mercedes drive away

Muttering, «druggies, drunks and whores»

Where the bumper sticker displays

«My copilot is the Lord»