Can't Wait for Jesus Lyrics

I may be wasted but I'm not quite done

Staring down flamingos on my brain's front lawn

Pigeons on my forehead

The last of Matthew in my letters home

Can't wait for Jesus to take this ragged heart and make it whole

Always seem to get up just before the dawn

Something tells me it's alright when everything is wrong

Coming through the window or bouncing off the bedroom wall

It's luck, it's fate, it comes too late, and before I know it's gone

The spirit up and left me, and hadn't said a word to me at all

I may be wasted but I'm not quite done

Staring down flamingos on my brain's front lawn

Pigeons on my forehead

The last of Matthew in my letters home

Can't wait for Jesus to take this ragged heart and make it whole

Once I read the best of Times to help me get my chill

To clarify, to amplify, to move me up and down the hill

But things got kinda squirrelly and my head began to spin

When the preacher turned my collar out, then turned his collar in

And offered up another round just another round and round and round of abstinence & gin

I may be wasted but I'm not quite done

Staring down flamingos on my brain's front lawn

Pigeons on my forehead

The last of Matthew in my letters home

Can't wait for Jesus to take this ragged heart and make it whole