Some days (like yesterday), He's everywhere you look...
this one's for the Mortal Jivester, in absentia.
The Shadow of Jesus with his Disciples, on corrugated metal.
Bowing Before the Shadow of Jesus, in the Evans Valley.
Sail on home to jesus won't you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they're coming to set me free
I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
But I can tell that its bound to be
Because I could feel it, child, yeah
On a country road
Does the Lord get mail?
Oh, and don't even ask about those newspaper boxes...