How many ways can you think about Jesus Up in the sky, as vague as your thesis Unknown, how do I know you? How do I know you? All of us ache, for answers to questions We're up on the hillside, waiting, awaking Oh Gabriel, when will you speak to me? When will you speak to me? On the path to Damascus At the dimming of the day Paul was huddling the cross Carving his name Oh people, we're all in the lion's den We're all in the lion's den We think it's all held together by services and sacrament And faith is like permanence, clay bowls and firmament Oh honey, I am the honest one I am the honest one Carl Jung and I are out on the ocean He pokes me in the side, says they all feel the notion And we're moving, along with the slightest swells Along with the slightest swells