I was on my way to somewhere to the Mexicali sand,
A man sat down beside me, he had scars upon his hands.
He told me some stories, I told him some lies.
Lights shone in the darkness, cast shadows from my mind.
His eyes they looked right through me, oh I knew he carried weight,
Something real was going down that day.
Oh I told him I'm a sinner, he said that's OK,
I'm not here to change you anyway.
He was gone when I turned around,
Was that Jesus, Jesus on a Greyhound?
We talked about the world gone bad, the trouble we had seen,
We talked about the dirt brown shoes he wore on his feet.
He said I'm tired and weary, I've been ridin' a long way,
Let me rest my eyes for now, let me drift away.
Oh he acted like he knew me and then he fell asleep,
I had no more secrets I could keep.
Oh I told him I'm a sinner, he said that's OK,
I'm not here to change you anyway.
He was gone when I turned around,
Was that Jesus, was that Jesus on a Greyhound?
Somewhere in the sunlit mornin' I stepped off up the bus
In the middle of the City of Angels.
And that long hair hippie was up and gone
Where devils run and play and lust in looking for the danger.
Oh, and I looked at my feet and saw the shoes the He had worn
And thanked God for that beautiful stranger.
Was that Jesus, was that Jesus, was that Jesus?
Oh I told him I'm a sinner, he said that's OK,
I'm not here to change you anyway.
He was gone when I turned around,
Was that Jesus, Jesus on a Greyhound?
Was that Jesus on a Greyhound today?
And I'll rise again.
Oh there ain't no power on earth can keep me down.
And I'll rise, I'll rise again.
Oh, ain't no death can keep me in the ground.
Was that Jesus, was that Jesus, yeah, on a Greyhound?
Was that Jesus?
Writer(s): Glen Ballard, Shelby Moorer
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