Dash

How many ways can you think about Jesus Up in the sky, as vague as your thesis? Unknown, how do I know you? How do I know you? All of us ache for answers to questions We're up on the hillside, awaiting, awaking Oh, Gabriel, when will you speak to me? When will you speak to me? On the path to Damascus, at the dimming of the day Paul was huddling the cross, carving his name Oh, people, we're all in the lion's den We're all in the lion's den We think it's all held together by services and sacrament And faith is like permanence, clay bowls and firmament Oh, honey, I am the honest one I am the honest one Carl Young and I are out on the ocean He pokes me in the side, says they all feel the notion And we're moving along with the slightest swells Along with the slightest swells We!