If I Were More Like Jesus

Alright

If I were more like Jesus
I'd get down on my knees to pray
But I'm not

My daughter sits upon uncertain shoulders
I guess fate is sticking to its guns

And you stood out on the front porch shouting
"There's a soul in everything
There's a reason for all that has occurred"
But I am not behind the door
I don't live there anymore

Unmitigated fever
The doctor says he just don't know
Why I've come

Hallucinations and courageous stands
But sooner or later, girl, I think I'm going under

Was that a shot fired in the distance?
Was that a knock?
Were thosе mumbled words yours?
How can I be sure
Whеn I am not behind the door?
I don't live there anymore

And I'm climbing this ladder
My head in the clouds
And I hope that it matters
I'm having my doubts

If I were more like Jesus
I'd get down on my knees to pray
But I'm not