Jesus Is Bored

Dear God, I'm only sixteen

And incapable of lying

I want to be something

Can you give me a sign?

Some say Jesus is bored

Some say he's joking

Some say a new day will never come

Well, for them, it probably won't

Please give me something to lift me up out of this darkness

Something to light my way

I want to be good enough

It's your turn, now

In the passing show

Where the more you wonder, the less you know

There's a tangerine moon over Texas, ripe enough to feel it dripping

Now I work in the Starvation Army

Great work if you can afford it

Every night I think I feel you

I think I feel you moving through me

But it doesn't feel bad

Are we talking about the same thing?

So if you want to get up, get up

If you wanna make soundcheck

And when we wanna get gas

We've gotta pool our money

God, I love it

It's your turn, now

In the passing show

Where the more you wonder, the less you know

From the top of my crown

To the tip of my toe

I work down in the shadows