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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