Lyrics

A little bit dirty, inside pure
I could have knocked upon a thousand people?s doors, but
Why bother preaching what nobody will hear?
I?m a fly on the windshield
Year after year

A contradiction, a turn of phrase
This resurrection takes up most of my days
The milk and honey, I?m still waiting to see
Any day, any day now
Why nobody following me?
Why nobody following me?

The third dimension, the fourteenth floor
A fifth of bourbon and I?m bounced to the door
You?d never know it but I?m gifted and sweet
I?m the last good example that you?ll ever see

What?s that he?s saying, you say it smells like a scam
If your messiah must be some kind of man
You think you?d know him if he stepped on your feet
Could it be, possibly?
Why nobody following me?

It?s not so crazy
Did I piss you off with my tune?
Hell I?m as real as any madman preaching
The end is coming soon

So give me shelter
Throw me a bone
Give me your number and then answer the phone
I?ll lead the way when I get back on my feet
Any day, any day now
Why nobody following me?

Andy Kravitz ? drums
Pete Donnelly ? bass
Scott Bricklin ? electric guitar
Jay Davidson - saxophones
Jim Boggia ? acoustic guitar
Laura Mann ? vocals
Jesse ? vocals, piano, hammond, synth strings, acoustic guitar