I fled the city of my birth I can't account for my time on earth I'm a prodigal without much worth I'm angry and bathed in fire But I thought I smelled the thought of spring When I won the thought I lost the thing Traveling through these fiery rings And worrying thicker skin from ever growing Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan Been running through the labyrinth without the twine I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone These are the cheapest Rose gla**es I've ever had Won't throw em out til I break em bad I'd rather be miserable than merely sad Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan At the kitchen table in my birthday suit I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute Another year has followed suit and everything I want just keeps getting older The red tail lights of endless cards like constellations of endless stars in A straight line from Venus to Mars, it's the scale that keeps me always rebelling Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters moan Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs Said long suffering Jesus you must love to hear your sons and daughters songs