Tell me a story about something pretty,
A guardian angel up in the sky.
Make me believe you, a hill for the climber.
Ask me no questions, tell you no lies.
I'm hangin' on, my mouth hangin' open.
World's spinnin' faster, round and around.
Hey, what's the matter? You look unexpected.
Like you took a right turn on the wrong side of town.
You with the light on, looking so hopeful.
You're just pretending but I know what you've done.
Cryin' your heart out while nobody's lookin'.
It's not gettin' better, you're not havin' fun.
*REPEAT CHORUS *
Jesus was wrong about all us sinners.
He'd take a stomp for the sign of the times.
Runnin' for shelter like nobody's bussiness.
You don't even notice the face of the sky.
So many answers, loose talk and whispers.
Pick up some pieces, gobble them down.
Don't talk in words so I won't understand you.
Just hold up the fingers and cry like a clown.
*REPEAT CHORUS *