On a bus ride into town
 I wondered out loud "Why am I going to town?"
 And as I looked around at the billboards and the stores
 I thought "Why do I look around?"
 And I kissed the filthy ground
 And in the first dry spot I found
 And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.

 Before long I was too cold
 Took a bus back to the station
 I found a letter left by a pay phone
 With no return contact
 And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel
 "Funny, it was me... it was me who let you down"
 It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation

 If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still wander lost in Sinai,
 Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state,
 (how I could jump in their path as they hurry along!)
 You surround me, you're pretty but you're all I can see,
 like a thick fog - if there was no way into God,
 I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.

 And Bonner fair always came through the first week of September
 But it's already the 19th
 And there's no sign of it.
 Yet I have a hard time
 Remembering all the things that I should remember
 And a hard time
 Forgetting the all things that I am supposed forget.

 Oh Christ when You're ready [bad word] back
 I think I'm ready for You [bad word] back
 But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are,
 That's okay too - it's really none of my business.
 If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
 Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me:
 There are places that aren't here.
 I had a well but all the water left
 So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath,
 If there was no way into God,
 I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.