[Verse 1]
On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?
And I kissed the filthy ground... the first dry spot I found
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
"Bunny, it was me... it was me who let you down
It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation
[Chorus]
But 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!
And You surround me, you pretty much are 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
[Verse 2]
And St. Cyril's 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 I should remember
And a hard time forgetting all the things that I was supposed to forget
And, Christ, when You're ready to come back
Then I think I'm ready for You to come back;
But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are
That's okay, too... it's, it's really none of my business
[Chorus]
And if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by
To remind me: there are places that aren't here
And I had a well but all the water left
So I'll go ask Your forgiveness with every breath