Jesus on the phone Talking 'bout a nervous breakdown Even though 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 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 ♪ Built