Well, you're not from around here, you're probably not our kind
It's hot from March to Christmas, and other things you'll find
Won't fit your old ideas, they're a line in shifting sands
Walk across a ghostly bridge to a crumbling promised land
If Jesus came from Mississippi, if tears began to run
I guess I'll start at the beginning, it's a world of strange design
Well, I'd like to have the ocean, but I settled for the rain
Humbly asked for true love, there was such a price to pay
This room was filled with trouble, and the sacraments deceived
Now I'm a jewel in the shade of his weeping willow tree
If Jesus came from Mississippi, if tears began to run
I'll have to go back to the beginning, in this world of strange design
If Jesus came from Mississippi, if tears began to run
I'll have to go back to the beginning, in this world of strange design
We talk about your drinking
But not about your thirst
You set off through the minefield
Like you were rounding first
So open up a window
And hand the baby through
Point her towards a ghostly bridge
And she'll know what to do
If Jesus came from Mississippi
And if tears began to cry
They'll have to start at the beginning
In this world of strange tears
Design