Lyrics：Bernie Taupin Music：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 gonna 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 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
Lyrics：Bernie Taupin Music：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 gonna 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 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
