5 a.m., March 16
  Jesus on the radio
  You took a photograph of me
  on your yellow bucket seat
  Its too high, its too wide
  You're so low you don't know
  To get through, to go around
  So don't look back
  There ain't nothing there to see
  Was once like you
  Can't say I recognize that face
  in that picture that you keep
  Its too high, its too wide
  You're so low you don't know
  To get through, to go around
  To get through, to go around