Moses up on the mountainside
What a place to meet
He brought his pad and his pencil
          Poured himself some gypsy tea
                      And all the world's multiplicity
                                  They turn his brain and his soul to stone
                    He drew his face on a tablet
                       And carried it back home

Jesus off in the water
Standing on his feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
         It makes everyone believe
                    But there is nothing impossible
                                     When I'm with you and when you're with me
                  I got a sad sinking feeling
                     That that can never be

                        But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
                      To all the lights in the windows
The puddles in the streets
                      And all the lovers that you've been teasing
           From your balcony
                                 May they carry you far from my memory

Solomon heard a protest
From the lower court
Reached in his ear for a silver dollar
Just like he'd done before
                         He tossed it high said that wisdom's fickle
                    And chance is God's retort
                         And handed them a sentence
                           It was death by Trojan horse

Pharaoh woke from a bad dream
              Splashed some water on his face
When it's a matter of nightmares you had
Better ask a slave
                   And he may tell you a [bad word]                   Or he may look away
                  If he's kind then return it
                      Let him lick your plate

                        But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
                     To all the birds in the chimneys
The whales up on the beach
                         And all the footsteps that you've been hearing
          Like a timpani
                                    May they carry you far from your enemies

BRIDGE Em, D, Em, 
                        But I'm going to do what I can for you
I will make a plea
                      To all the lights in the windows
The puddles in the streets
                     And all the hours that you've been sitting
    At your vanity
                                   May they carry you far from your misery
                May they carry you far

Jesus off in the water
Standing on his feet
Yeah, that's the thing about charisma
         It makes everyone believe
                     That there is nothing impossible
                                     When I'm with you and when you're with me
                  I got a sad sinking feeling
                  I got a sad sinking feeling
                                          I got a sad sinking feeling that will never be