There's a cry that is heard in the city. From Vivian at Pentecost Lane. A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m.. Another night of muscles and pain. I love you despite your convictions. That God never laughs at my jokes. I'm a young man at odds with the Bible. But I don't pretend faith never works. When we're down on our knees. Prayin' at the bus stop. Now Jesus he came in a vision. And offered you redemption from sin. I'm not sayin' that I don't believe you. But are you sure that it really was him. I've been told that it couldn've been blue cheese. Or the meal that we ate down the road. I'm a young man at odds with the Bible. But I don't pretend faith never works. When we're down on our knees. Prayin' at the bus stop