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How many ways can you think about Jesus
 Up in the sky, as vague as your thesis?
 Unknown, how do I know you?
 How do I know you?
 All of us ache for answers to questions
 We're up on the hillside, awaiting, awaking
 Oh, Gabriel, when will you speak to me?
 When will you speak to me?
 On the path to Damascus, at the dimming of the day
 Paul was huddling the cross, carving his name
 Oh, people, we're all in the lion's den
 We're all in the lion's den
 We think it's all held together by services and sacrament
 And faith is like permanence, clay bowls and firmament
 Oh, honey, I am the honest one
 I am the honest one
 Carl Young and I are out on the ocean
 He pokes me in the side, says they all feel the notion
 And we're moving along with the slightest swells
 Along with the slightest swells
 We!