5 a.m., March 16
Jesus on the radio
You took a photograph of me
on your yellow bucket seat
Its 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
Its 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