In the times I dream of Jesus
it’s like he’s coming through the walls
when I’m working at my desk at night
I hear his footsteps in the hall you can believe me not believe me
I’m just a bird upon the sill
and these words just course right through me
like water through a mill he was a rebel jew
he was a rebel jew
and he died for you and your sins
he was a rebel jew
he was a rebel jew
let him in sometimes I dream of Texas
yeah, it’s the biggest part of me
and the planes look like the sea at night
oh, she wants to be so free she is a rebel state
she is a rebel state
and it’s not too late for her to break
from a sick, sick union
an unhealed wound and separate all the time I dream of Michele
and the towers in her mind
some women lie down with killers
oh, my baby’s not that kind she is a real good girl
yeah, she’s a real good girl
and she stops the world so I can’t see
that she’s a good, good girl
a good, good girl to me