Well I could have been a carpenter
Hell, I'm a carpenters son
But I never did like you all that much
Some roads they call to you
Some roads they scream
Sometimes the tiniest whisper is all you need
And I don't believe in Satan, ain't got no time for hate
I've been around just long enough to get my priorities straight
But a man must let go of all his childish fears
As he steps into his Jesus Year

Life don't begin at conception
It don't even begin when you're born
Life begins when you get off your ass
And you walk out your parents front door
Oh but Mary don't you weep
Don't you cry nothing for me
There's been rivers of pain and oceans of tears
But I hear all them seas part for your Jesus Year

Maybe I'm no healer, maybe I'm not Saint
Maybe these tiny little towns just need a friendly face
Someone to talk to them and tell them not be a dick
We don't need no giant book, this ain't rocket science
And the crowds they will gather
Some large, some small
Some will hear everything, some won't even listen at all
But I will choose my stories wisely
And I will speak my words clear
You never know who's writing shit down during your Jesus Year
And I could have been a carpenter
Hell, I'm a carpenters son
But this world is too crazy, I've got so many questions
Regarding the universe, regarding creation
I can only come up with two possible explanations
Either something came from nothing
Or something was always there
No matter what I believe in
There's a little bit of magic in there somewhere
Oh but I, I just don't know
I guess I never have my dear
Perhaps I'll find some great wisdom in my Jesus Year