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
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 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
[Instrumental Break]
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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