To Jesus, are you listening?
To Jerry Garcia
While searching these summer nights
For the Santa Maria
I must have seen your tear-streaked face
Coming out of the dome Dr. Jesus, I am wondering
Is there a boat that I can climb on?
Oh now, Mama, I have tried
To keep the wolf from the child
But I can't keep
all these tears from my eyes
Candace Parker, I find myself crouching
Right
in front of your home
And
with the grass having grown a bit yet I
think I hear a soft moan
I must admit it feels a little bit strange
All wrapped up in the night
Candace Parker,
I am willing and able But the times just don't feel right
I have tried To keep the wolf from the child
Dr. Jesus,
with his suitcases of gold Dr. Jesus,
with his sunglasses out in the
cold Dr. Jesus,
did your necklaces get wet?
Dr. Jesus,
I can't pay back all the money you haven't lent me yet
Dr. Jesus,
there's just one more thing While I have you here on the line
I'm finding it increasingly hard now Oh,
to have a good time
I find myself wandering around drunk And rambling on
Dr. Jesus, could you please send me somebody?
Oh,
that I could count on Oh now,
Mama,
I have tried
To keep the wolf from the child But I can't keep all these
tears from my eyes
Dr. Jesus,
with his shoelaces of gold Dr. Jesus,
with his sunglasses out in the cold
Dr. Jesus,
did your necklaces get wet?
Dr. Jesus,
I can't pay back all the money you haven't lent me yet