5a.m. March 16

Jesus on the radio

You took a photograph of me

On your yellow bucket seat

It's too high it's too wide

You're so low you don't know

To get through to go around



So don't look back



There ain't nothing there to see

Was once like you

Can't say I recognize that face

In that picture that you keep



It's too high it's too wide

You're so low you don't know

To get through to go around

To get through to go around