5 a.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
Once was like you
Can't say I recognize that face
In the 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