Jesus Christ is waiting on his ride home
He walks down the stairs to the platform of
The Blue Line-Washington
He moves from car to car searching for a righteous man
Who's not going too far, just needs a hand
He'll never understand that
I'm not the one who is lost
He'll ante in at no matter the cost
When his king don't land on the table
He'll find that his hand won't be able to flush away all the days
All the years he could have taken
To get to know the man beneath the robe
It just goes to show
His cross it blocks the aisle
With a devilish smile
He'll turn to you and say
"Baby, it's ok to not know which way you're goin'
Follow the line that's blowin' our smoke away."
Today, today
I'm not the one who is lost
He'll ante in at no matter the cost
When his king don't land, he'll understand his hand
Doesn't have a leg to stand on
He shuffles down the street
String on his sandal getting weak
To St. Mary's as he carries
The only things he has that's worth a damn
Twenty pamphlets and a crown of crusty leaves