She starts with the sound of
the sirens
When the siren sounds she starts
crying
And she thinks of a boy like a lion
Who was with her long ago
Who was with her not so long ago
And she never got a chance to finish
watching him grow
Everyone who knew him just
loved him so
To see him smile in that frame on her
dresser is to know that this was so
There was so much glass on the highway
Shining in the streetlights like stars on the ocean
And a little stream dried up already
That was blood the policeman said
And she begged and she moaned and she cried and she pled
And they put a blanket around her when she started screaming
And his father says he was with her then
But she knows that he wasn't, not again
And it might have started raining then
But she really can't remember
How can so much love come to nothing?
How can so much life come from nothing?
How can so much love come to nothing?
How can she have nothing to love?
Then I would have followed him down
To Gethsemane
And waited with him while he prayed
When they came for him
I wouldn't have been afraid
But then again I don't think I would
have stayed
For as it is written: Better to be
a living dog
Than a dead lion, any old day
the truth
Or were they too busy waiting for
the proof
The bite in salvation's tooth
The raising of heaven's roof
But you never saw me take that poison
People called me the clown
But there were a lot more than just
twelve of us around
The ones who stayed were the ones
got their names written down
After all that trouble down in
Jerusalem town
By then nobody thought we had
any choice
In any of this, but I could show you
how he threw his voice
And where we took the body
I was with him right there
in the back of the boat
frightened that we wouldn't
stay afloat
And I assure you he wasn't asleep
Cause that was me on the watch
he'd ordered me to keep
To let him know when those others
had started to weep
So he could come forward and calm
that storm after it had begun
Then all those believers could be
sure he was the one
while he fed the
multitudes some
Fishes and loaves, and I could
show you too, how that was done
The only thing he ever did for
real was die
But I know you'll disbelieve me if I
tell you why
And it's true nothing is sacred
in a fool's eye
Don't need a magician to pull thorns
from the tiger's paw
Don't need a wizard to sow your fields
with teeth from the dragon's jaw
I was there and I know what I saw
You never even knew him but you
have the law
He had a way of finding truth in a
whole lot of lies
Look around and ask yourself if God ever really cries
And I wish I had been Jesus' clown
Then I would have followed him down
To Gethsemane
And waited with him while he prayed
When they came for him
I wouldn't have been afraid
But then again I don't think I would
have stayed
For as it is written: Better to be
a living dog
Than a dead lion any old day
Lightning in the hills
Rain in the pines
Me, I'm inside high and dry
Listening to the Band
Wondering if this is still the
promised land
Like remembering a dream you
keep having
Not the dream but that it's the one
you keep having
And what does it mean
You say you can't remember anything
I did for you
And you been trying
Don't you recall I brought you a tissue that one time
When you had been crying?
Don't you remember I believed you that one time
When even you knew you were lying?
I used to talk a lot more
But no one ever understood what I was saying
Sometimes I think that I'd like to believe
But then you wind up spending all of your time praying
Then I would have followed him down
To Gethsemane
And waited with him while he prayed
When they came for him
I wouldn't have been afraid
But then again I don't think I
would have stayed
For as it is written: Better to be
a living dog
Than a dead lion, any old day
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