Jesus Christ is waiting on his ride home He walks down the stairs to the platform of The Blue Line-Washington He moves from car to car searching for a righteous man Who's not going too far, just needs a hand He'll never understand that I'm not the one who is lost He'll ante in at no matter the cost When his king don't land on the table He'll find that his hand won't be able to flush away all the days All the years he could have taken To get to know the man beneath the robe It just goes to show His cross it blocks the aisle With a devilish smile He'll turn to you and say "Baby, it's ok to not know which way you're goin' Follow the line that's blowin' our smoke away." Today, today I'm not the one who is lost He'll ante in at no matter the cost When his king don't land, he'll understand his hand Doesn't have a leg to stand on He shuffles down the street String on his sandal getting weak To St. Mary's as he carries The only things he has that's worth a damn Twenty pamphlets and a crown of crusty leaves