Jesus Lived In A Motel Room

Jesus Lived In A Motel Room

I had to tell you
don't you feel fear
Done telling people
no need to say
I had to tell you
why can't you hear
Anxiety
surrounding me
I had to tell you
there's no big deal
It happens
all the time
So honestly
not a thing to fix
My mama
always told me
Don't waste a minute
nirvana as how it is
And papa
always told me
Vigilance
vivid
Or you will loose
what you got
Then they both
tried to warn me
Closed door falls
into silence
I'm drifted
too far away
Then it went
out of sight
And
no outline's left

Now time to go back
ocean of tears
Before the sailing
gotta turn back
Now it's the time
to go back
Tongue can make
or break
Before I slip
and realize
Yeah it's the time
to go back
He hasn't
figured out
Guess I should have
to go back
Maybe I'm 'bout to
go to hell
Something's are
roaming
It's so hard
to pull it out
Choose which praying
hands
Will be on top
of the other hand
I look for my bible
to shore
Think
I left my bible
'Bout around here
somewhere
So I go
through the table
Under my bed
to figure
No I should better
get down on my knees
Knocking
on the heavens door
It maybe hell it
could be
Focus on to focus
I close my eyes
Then oye yells
woo woo woo woo

Choose which praying
hands
Will be on top
of the other hand
I look for my bible
to shore
Think
I left my bible
'Bout around here
somewhere
So I go
through the table
Under my bed
to figure
No I should better
get down on my knees
Knocking
on the heavens door
It maybe hell it
could be
Focus on to focus
I close my eyes
Then oye yells
woo woo woo woo