I fled the city of my birth
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I can’t account for my time on earth
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I’m a prodigal without much worth
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I’m angry and bathed in fire
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But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
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When I won the thought I lost the thing
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Traveling through these fiery rings
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And worrying thicker skin from ever growing
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Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
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Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
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I’ve been working on a mousetrap of my own design
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I’ve been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
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I’ll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone
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These are the cheapest Rose glasses I’ve ever had
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Won’t throw em out til I break em bad
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I’d rather be miserable than merely sad
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Thankful that my sadness don’t involve a lot of yelling
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Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
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At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
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I’ve been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
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Another year has followed suit and everything I want just keeps getting older
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The red tail lights of endless cards like constellations of endless stars in
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A straight line from Venus to Mars, it’s the scale that keeps me always rebelling
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Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan
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Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs
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Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs
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Long Suffering Jesus
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| Old Man Luedecke |
