Rosanne Cash - World Of Strange Design lyrics

Well you're not from around here You're probably not our kind It's hot from March to Christmas And other things you'll find Won't fit your old ideas They're a line in shifting sands You'll walk across a ghostly bridge To a crumbling promised land If Jesus came from Mississippi If tears began to rhyme I guess I'll start at the beginning It's a world of strange design Well I'd like to have the ocean But I settled for the rain I humbly asked for true love There was such a price to pay This room was filled with trouble And sacraments deceived Now I'm a j**el in the shade Of his weeping willow tree If Jesus came from Mississippi If tears began to rhyme I'll have to go back to the beginning In this world of strange design We talk about your drinking But not about your thirst You set off through the minefield Like you were rounding first So open up a window And hand the baby through Point her towards the ghostly bridge And she'll know what to do If Jesus came from Mississippi And if tears began to rhyme We'll have to start at the beginning In this world of strange design