I prefer your love to Jesus
Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down
Name-tagged tourists, sick at the sight of them
Tight-walking the sidewalk in spite of them
As my headache moves from east to west
Mother, won’t you open your arms and
Forgive me of all these bad thoughts?
I’m blinded to the faces in the fog
But all the good in me is because of you
It’s true
I prefer your love to Jesus
I prefer your love to Jesus
Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down
King-sized country wearing your worries out
Headless heroes heaped by the pylons
As a careless sun sets on the West
Sure as mother licking her finger to wipe the blush and
Smudge from my cheek and wonder what will become of Your little one
But all the good in me is because of you
It’s true
I prefer your love to Jesus
I prefer your love to Jesus
Little baby on your knees cause the world has got you down