She tells me 'bout Jesus
Sitting in the pews
In her white Sunday dress
Singin' those gospel blues
Preachin' fire and brimstone
From an old wooden pulpit
But I can't help but wonder
If it's all just counterfeit
She tells me 'bout Jesus
Walking on the water
Turning loaves to fishes
The woman's son and daughter
But I can't help but question
Is it all just a show
Or is there somethin' deeper
That I just don't know
She tells me 'bout Jesus
Walking on the water
Turning loaves to fishes
The woman's son and daughter
But I can't help but question
Is it all just a show
Or is there somethin' deeper
That I just don't know
She tells me 'bout Jesus
Walking on the water
Turning loaves to fishes
The woman's son and daughter
But I can't help but question
Is it all just a show
Or is there somethin' deeper
That I just don't know