My good friend
Paul was lying in the backseat
of a station wagon
Headed to
New
Mexico
Somewhere in the middle of the night
The driver fell asleep and hit the
wall beside the road
My friend went through the window
like a bullet through the glass
Dead before he ever hit the ground
Oh, I believe,
though it's hard sometimes
You are the resurrection an
d the light
Jodi is a queen reigning, prone upon a couch,
over the past few years of numbered days.
Cause the virus in her body and the cancer in
her brain are buying up the real estate.
And the medicine they give her
treats nightmares for dreams
A memory's too tragic to describe
Oh, I believe
Though it's hard sometimes
You are the resurrection
and life
I know the words of life did
come untrue
Sometimes they feel like salt
upon the wound
When I'm asking in these moments,
where are you?
Where are you?
Sometimes it's like
Lazarus
You come to roll the stone away
And watch him walk back
out alive
Sometimes it's like my good friend
Paul
Breathless on the interstate
Mother weeping at his side
Either way it's something I
will never understand
But I trust enough to take
you and your word
So why do we,
though it's hard sometimes
View all the resurrection
at last?
you