Jesus Or Harrison Ford

My new baby is a carpenter

Just like Jesus, or Harrison Ford

While he passes around the basket

I play my songs about being yours

And it's not the way he lies

with his boots right next to mine

It's not that I’m getting older

And he doesn’t seem to mind

It’s not even those four chords

Or a thousand stars combined

It's the fucking

and the silence

and the storm

Its been two weeks on the new blue pill

And I’m struggling just to come

Could I have been a better lover?

A better friend?

A bit more fun?

We’re so normal in the morning

Eating toast and feeding crows

You should see it, honey boy

When I'm putting on the show

I’ll be playing those four chords

Until all the stars align

To bring you knocking, unashamed at my door

And I’ve got a straight job

I pay my bills on time

I put my head down

I drink expensive wine

I make my blue films

I tell him things he knows

Killing time and getting high and

Playing Springsteen at the show

My new baby is a carpenter

Just like Jesus, or Harrison Ford

While he passes 'round the basket

In my dreams

In my dreams I'm still yours