Dear God, I'm only sixteen
And incapable of lying
I want to be something
Can you give me a sign?

Some say Jesus is bored
Some say he's joking
Some say a new day will never come
Well, for them, it probably won't

Please give me something to lift me up out of this darkness
Something to light my way
I want to be good enough

It's your turn, now
In the passing show
Where the more you wonder, the less you know

There's a tangerine moon over Texas, ripe enough to feel it dripping
Now I work in the Starvation Army
Great work if you can afford it

Every night I think I feel you
I think I feel you moving through me
But it doesn't feel bad
Are we talking about the same thing?
So if you want to get up, get up
If you wanna make soundcheck
And when we wanna get gas
We've gotta pool our money
God, I love it

It's your turn, now
In the passing show
Where the more you wonder, the less you know

From the top of my crown
To the tip of my toe
I work down in the shadows