Stephen Fearing - Town Called Jesus lyrics

Our founding fathers built this town And they named it for God's Son On Sundays, it was fine clothes for everyone But on Mondays when the gloves came off There was always hell to pay On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away You and me, we learned to sing As soon as we could run We left that town like buckshot from a gun And we flew with our ambitions And our faded black berets To the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away Money comes and money goes like water through my hands Money spills like blood upon the land Money finds the sacred place and rolls the stone away Concrete in the fields, and the Northern Lights are fading And there's something I've been looking for On every hungry street Older than the stone beneath my feet A secret, waiting for a kid To dig it from the clay On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away Money comes and money goes like water through my hands Money spills like blood upon the land Money finds the sacred place and rolls the stone away Concrete in the fields, and the Northern Lights are fading And there's something I've been looking for On every hungry street Older than the stone beneath my feet A secret, waiting for a kid To dig it from the clay Like the long lost bones of Jesus, nearly half a world away On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away