A satire on the Christian life, though it's more about me than anyone else.
Guitar, harmonica, vocals, and not much else. Folk, mainly.
Just me, mainly, playing guitar and harmonica and singing. Fairly folkish, and if you were naive, you might call it emo.
Story behind the song
It hurt to write this song, and it hurts to sing it. It's all I can do for this not to be true.
Lyrics
Jesus, take the wheel, I'm getting too tired to drive.
Well, I'm rolling down through this cold, dead town,
Just make sure that I'm awake when we arrive.
Jesus, shine my shoes. Their lustre theyre starting to lose.
Well, the hills are verdant, and I'd walk them, but I can't.
If Jesus, You would only shine my shoes.
Jesus, wake me up, I'm too tired to make my bed.
I would change my heart, but I don't know where to start,
And the early morning's playing with my head.
Jesus, make me rich, I don't need to wet my brow.
I would tithe to You, but Your blessings don't come through,
And I don't see how it matters, anyhow.
Jesus, love my wife. Keep her faithful, day by day.
I would treat her kind, but I've too much on my mind,
And she never made me happy, anyway.
Jesus, keep me safe; give me the keys to lock my door.
Well, I'll stay below deck, I don't want to risk my neck,
And we've all forgotten what we're fighting for.
Jesus, Prince of Peace, Name Above Every Name,
I would fall on my knees and start clapping with the trees,
But then everyone would think I was insane.
Jesus, go away. Come again another day.
You can help me out, but I don't want You hanging out,
Because lately You've been getting in the way.
Jesus, let me sleep. I pray the Lord, my soul to keep.
I just prayed to You. Is that not good enough for You?
Oh, if Jesus, You would only let me sleep.
