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!