Jesus' Mother Lyrics - Busman's Holiday

From the stained glass window, to the back of the room 

Sun spread like the last bit of butter 

Shading the corners, it flattered the room and I stare at jesus mother 

Though I can't remember how I got here last night 

By the lords will I am not in the gutter 

Tangerine florescent, clouds fill the sky 

And black filled the time to the present 

Thank god for old ladies and these highway churches 

See highlights of dark nights uncovered 

I wish i could tell them with words made of gold 

But I stare at jesus's mother 

Grandma through the screen door and the daisies of blue 

As the pool light turn off with the summer 

Me and my brother in the cool waters touch 

And I stare at jesus's mother 

Sometimes I feel distant as I drift through this word 

Like the birds shadow glides 'cross the pavement 

There is something in nothing and I know that for sure 

For I stare at jesus's mother 

Hey I should not complain for its all 'bout the same 

There are lonely men all 'cross this nation 

Some broadcast their billfold to to see a channel of love