Jesus Year (Live)

Well I could have been a carpenter

Hell, I'm a carpenters son

But I never did like you all that much

Some roads they call to you

Some roads they scream

Sometimes the tiniest whisper is all you need

And I don't believe in Satan, ain't got no time for hate

I've been around just long enough to get my priorities straight

But a man must let go of all his childish fears

As he steps into his Jesus Year

Life don't begin at conception

It don't even begin when you're born

Life begins when you get off your ass

And you walk out your parents front door

Oh but Mary don't you weep

Don't you cry nothing for me

There's been rivers of pain and oceans of tears

But I hear all them seas part for your Jesus Year

Maybe I'm no healer, maybe I'm not Saint

Maybe these tiny little towns just need a friendly face

Someone to talk to them and tell them not be a dick

We don't need no giant book, this ain't rocket science

And the crowds they will gather

Some large, some small

Some will hear everything, some won't even listen at all

But I will choose my stories wisely

And I will speak my words clear

You never know who's writing shit down during your Jesus Year

And I could have been a carpenter

Hell, I'm a carpenters son

But this world is too crazy, I've got so many questions

Regarding the universe, regarding creation

I can only come up with two possible explanations

Either something came from nothing

Or something was always there

No matter what I believe in

There's a little bit of magic in there somewhere

Oh but I, I just don't know

I guess I never have my dear

Perhaps I'll find some great wisdom in my Jesus Year