I’ve been asking where you are
They say you frequent liquor stores
And make them water out of wine
Get them drunk on holy vines
Living water seems to pour
On me until I don’t want more
Holy tongues and tongues of fire
Holy gossip through telephone 

We just sit here skipping stones
Trying to walk on water some
I can’t seem to calm a sea
Much less my emotional self-deceiving 

I’ve been seeing snakes sprout legs
Offering us our souls instead
Grace has made me free from sin
Sounds like such a good bargain
I’m too tired, let’s say we’re done
We can say we had a good run
Father, healer, take our place
Even if we’re last running the race

And I don’t want to catch my breath
Burning like a cigarette 
But heaven knows where hell belongs
For those of us who’s noses grow too long

But you must be tired of skipping stones
Hoping that they’ll come back up
And I just want to be your own
And drown beneath your love

Jesus stands above my grave
With a look of pity on his face
And said, “I know you better now
Than I did before, and you’re prettier”
But every time I roll the dice
I never get the same thing twice
And playing’s become such a bore
I pick the words that I want to ignore
Like the ones you’re saying now
That say I can’t become too proud
I’ll pick the ones that sound like love
‘cause they must have come from heaven
Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above
Yeah, they must’ve come from heaven above
Yeah, they must have come from heaven above