Once upon a time I spent my lunch hour feeling fine The sun hanging over ev'ry shoulder Melting the gloom. A bearded fellow, serene and mellow In a two piece tracksuit (blue and yellow) Approached, the roach in my fingers Slipped I a**ume. He claimed he knew that I felt blue I did of course, but then what's new? Either way I stayed to hear him out For a few minutes more. Lo and behold his name was Ian No surprises, Ian was a Christian Handing leaflets go no chance he's got hold. He told me God's word is the bible I thought yes, but is his word reliable? Ian read my mind, or maybe my eyes... And said "Yes, my friend, you can depend On Jesus, God and in Heaven." I thought Christ, I wish I could, then I thought some more. If I've no faith in my bus timetable How can I have faith in the Holy Bible? How can I rely on anything now? If he believes that life's sole purpose Is in serving God I should be nervous - self service catering can panic me And if there is a meaning to my life I think I've worked it out, alright And it's not some grand creation in the sky It's just playing new girls ancient records Well aware that they won't like those records And trying not to feel awkward When I'm proved right.