hey, jesus, it's me. i don't usually talk to you but my
baby's gonna leave me, and there's something you
must do. i am not your faithful servant, i hang around
sometimes with a bunch of your black sheep, but if
you make my baby stay, i'll make it up to you and
that's a promise i will keep. hey jesus, it's me. i'm the
one who talked to you yesterday and i asked you
please, please for a favor but my baby's gone away,
went away anyway and i don't really think its fair,
you've got the power to make us all believe in you and
then we call you in our despair, and you don't come
through. hey jesus, it's me, i'm sorry. i don't
remember all i said, i had a few, no, too many and they
went straight to my head, made me feel like i could
argue with god but you know, it's easy for you, you got
friends all over the world, you had the whole world
waiting for your birth but now i ain't got nobody, i
don't know what my life's worth. i'm not gonna call on
you any more. i'm sure you've got a million things to
do, all i was trying to do was to get through to you, get
through to you because when i die and i get up to your
doors i don't even know if you're gonna let me in the
place, how come i gotta die to get a chance to talk to
you face to face?
