Saint Jude

They Wouldn't have noticed I wasn't around here If I hadn't told Then They wouldn't have found me If I hadn't called them Over the phone Now I'm full of something That first was mistaken For not giving a care And now I'm on the ocean Lost on my lonesome In the care of St Clare There's a cold understanding That your safely staying Out of the way (You) show only slight consternation That I'm still complaining About every day Now I'm full of something That first was mistaken For not giving a care And now I'm on the ocean Lost on my lonesome In the care of St Clare War War never found me I must be born lucky I must have a star (For) sure As surely as I am As helpless as sampson As plain as a scar Now I'm full of something That first was mistaken For not giving a care And now I'm on the ocean Lost on my lonesome In the care of St Clare