I'm out late every nightDoing things that ain't rightAnd she'll cry for meWhen I'm down in the dumpsAnd she nurses my lungsHow she cries for meAnd she'll never complainShe keeps hiding the painBut I know all the whileShe's not feeling too wellCause I put her through hellStill she forces a smileShe's got to be a saintLord knows that II'm out late every nightAnd she'll cry for meI finally realizeRight before my eyesHere is a saintThere's a dress in the shopThat'll make her eyes popBut she'll look awayShe'd have gotten a liftIf I'd bought her that giftFor her birthdayBut her birthday has comeAnd I feel like a bumCause I spent my last dimeOn a worthless old friendOn a drunken weekendI've done it time after timeShe's got to be a saintLord knows that II finally realizeRight before my eyesHere is a saintShould I stay, should I goI really don't knowMy mind's in a blurSoon it's gonna be overIt's gonna be dawnAnd if she finds me goneWould it be best for herI see her cry in her sleepSo I kiss her wet cheekI kneel by her and prayAnd I'll turn off the lightsStep out in the nightAnd I'll go on my wayShe's got to be a saintLord knows that I ain'tI finally realizeRight before my eyesHere is a saintShe's got to be a saint