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 to 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 to 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 and I saw him fall
When the scene dissipated and the world just waited and waited

For a return

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Writer(s): Kurt Vile