Jesus on the phone talking 'bout a nervous breakdown Even he don't know how 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 (and) tell him I, too, feel alone And I'm here to save you
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 Double O 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' O'er the horizon And I saw him fall When the scene dissipated And the world just waited and waited For a return
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