Workin' for Jesus

she's a little overdressed, but it never hurts to shine
she invokes the turtle dove, she awaits the number 9
standin' alone in the grey of the morning

but soon the riders come to wait, and they take their papers out
they do not know the girl, but they know that she's about
keepin' the light and the warnin'

and the bus comes like thunder
and the doves rise around her
and she don't mind the winter
'cause she's workin' for jesus
and she's workin' for love
and she's workin' for love

there's a clock beside the bed, there's a bible on the stand
she will come home after dark, she will take the book in hand
feelin' the grains of the black leather bindin'

and so she speaks to me sometimes of flesh and mortal chains
and where the ashes go, and the spirit that remains
risin' like mist, see it shinin'

and her words sound like thunder
and the spirit has found her
and she knows how to reach me
cause she's workin for jesus
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for love

well, i have set my foot upon the road of black and white
i have passed the gates of dawn, i am makin' for the light
barrin' the door on the darkness and sorrow
but she is somewhere up ahead, she is far beyond my reach
she has walked across the sea, she is sleepin' on the beach
borderin' time and tomorrow

and her days pass in wonder
and the angels surround her
and she don't even miss me
cause she's workin for jesus
and she's workin for love
she's workin for jesus
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for jesus
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for love
and she's workin for love