5 AM, March 16

Jesus on the radio

You took a photograph of me

On your yellow bucket seat

It's too high, its 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, its too wide

You're so low you don't know

To get through, to go around

To get through, to go around