I met a woman in the desert who knew more than I would guess.
She comfortably could breeze through every chapter of my mess.
She knew about you baby, how you don't call and you don't write.
She knew me as a small boy who would say his prayers at night.
Stone faces, father figures take this pilgrim across the river.
Maybe in your silence, you can save me.
Underneath this cross I quiver, but dudeman, yours was so much bigger.
It won't surprise you now - I'm curious to how you can save me.
For forty-five days a year I won't smoke and I won't drink, and I limit my engagements with the girls to flirty winks.
But the rest the year I freestyle in an olympic pool of vice.
You can eat your food unseasoned, I'm gonna load mine up with spice.
Stone faces, father figures take this pilgrim across the river.
Maybe in your silence, you can save me.
Underneath this cross I quiver, but dudeman, yours was so much bigger.
It won't surprise you now - I'm curious to how you can save me.
The growing list of oversights.
The small boy would be scandalized.
We all start off with clean hearts until fear arrives.
It's then that you make your first deal with compromise, and make statues cry.
I made two wishes in the desert for things I want most in my life,
And as dudeman is my witness, none of them relate to vice.
Well, the woman said I would be fine, if I looked after my own health,
And opened up my ears more to the words of selfless self.
Stone faces, father figures take this pilgrim across the river.
Maybe in your silence, you can save me.
Underneath this cross I quiver, but dudeman, yours was so much bigger.
It won't surprise you now - I'm curious to how you can save me.