There's a kayak on the shore of the Vatican tonight
But it hasn't felt a wave since it's people said goodbye
Beneath the flowing silky sheets a dreaming pontiff can be found
You don't need dusty registries or to penetrate the ground
How are we supposed to turn so much water into wine?
If you wanna let us in on it well now would be the time
Ever since the great divorce the present's been a blur
Time's a ragged horse and fear the bloody spur
Now the strongmen hold the cards and just shuffle all their worth
Did I get the memo wrong or weren't the meek to get the Earth?
How are we supposed to turn to so much water into wine?
If you wanna let us in on it well now would be the time
While the rovers look for life they're boiling water on the Rez
And should we reach that other shore could we agree to keep Mars red?
How are we supposed to turn so much water into wine?
If you wanna let us in on it well now would be the time