Jesus On The Phone
Talking ′bout A Nervous Breakdown
Even Though He Don't KnowHow To Bail Us Out Of This One

"What A Mess" I Sing To Myself
Thinkin′ 'bout Another Song
I Wanna Reach Out To Old Jesus
To Tell Him I, Too, Feel Alone
And I'm Here To Save Ya

Jesus On A Wire
And He′s Lookin′ Very Tired
And Me, I Don't Blame Him
And I Almost Want To Claim Him

So I Ring A Couple Chords Out
On My Martin 00
And I See Them Floating Upward
And I Watch ′em As They Go
Into The Pockets Of Judas Iscariot In The Sky

Up Through The Cracks In The Ceiling

Jesus On The Edge
And I Feel The Same Way Lately
And He Hammers Down Some Numbers
And It Shakes The Sky Like Thunder

I Saw Him Risin' Over The Horizon
I Saw Him Fall
When The Scene Dissipated
And The World Just Waited And Waited

For A Return

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