Jesus Was a Tourist

Don't lie to me Please I want to know If you've been waiting to see me again You've got a lot of living left You got a lot in store We got a lot of living left I want some more I hadn't half a heart to handle I hadn't felt the pain I hadn't lived it Every ounce of tear I sent down It always seemed a game Now I gotta know I wanna know If you've been waiting to see me again You've got a lot of living left You got a lot in store We got a lot of living left Oh, I want some more How long must we deny our lust for life? How long? How long? In time, we trust, he guides us all along Blue sky, how I long to be free again Wet eyes, failed tries, in time we all forget Lost lives, last tries, in time we all forget What we become along the lonely road! What we become along the lonely road! How long? Could we become the last survivors! How lost? Could we beseech the last among us? It's ours, it's ours, it's ours, it's in our hands But I want more