Gethsemane

It started with the moon that turned
An inexpensive room into St. Peter’s
There’s a parabolic story, but it’s boring
And it ends how you’d expect
Forever dressing down
I’m like a stranger hanging round outside the Kingdom Hall
I’d have carried your wedding shawl---
You could’ve said I was a school friend
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up
They say it’s just the sun, but I know that face
Excavating down you’d find the drowning and the drowned
And then there’s us, babe
You could walk to our memorial
But it’s pouring, and it ends how you’d expect
I’d dig your dresses out and hang 'em round about the house
And turn the lights down low---
Now you’re everywhere I go
Looking faintly disappointed
And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up
They say it’s just the sun, but I know that face
The devil’s tricks just seem to sit so light on you
They’d never get the marionette this tight on you
In the parliamentary houses there’ll be talk of what this is
With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us
But I’ll take my pound of substance
From those insubstantial men
Whatever their arguments, I’ll prove your innocence
Drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up, oh yeah!
Testify allegiance with more puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah!
Every statue’s weeping honey and it makes my sight go funny
Cause I’m over-sympathetic and I can’t control myself
Leave that painful memory in the Garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah
Oh yeaaah…