Jesus Was a Tourist

Don't lie to me
Please
I want to know
If you've been waiting to see me again

You've got a lot of living left
You got a lot in store
We got a lot of living left
I want some more

I hadn't half a heart to handle
I hadn't felt the pain
I hadn't lived it
Every ounce of tear I sent down
It always seemed a game
Now I gotta know

I wanna know
If you've been waiting to see me again

You've got a lot of living left
You got a lot in store
We got a lot of living left
Oh, I want some more

How long must we deny our lust for life?
How long? How long?

In time, we trust, he guides us all along
Blue sky, how I long to be free again
Wet eyes, failed tries, in time we all forget
Lost lives, last tries, in time we all forget

What we become along the lonely road!
What we become along the lonely road!
How long? Could we become the last survivors!
How lost? Could we beseech the last among us?

It's ours, it's ours, it's ours, it's in our hands
But I want more



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Mcguire
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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