With the lines on his face
The old man, he said:
"I've been walking all day
Until my feet, they bled
You got water, son?
I'm bound to die of thirst
Yesterday was hard
Today's been so much worse"
"Sit down, my son
And have a word with me"
And like Judas Iscariot
I obliged him instantly
He said: "it seems I'll pass along this day
I don't wanna be alone
Got a couple more things to say"
"Oh Lord, why have you been so cruel to me?
Is this something I really had to see?"
I will walk away, I'm sure, a better man
Hand in hand to the promised land
"Hold on, my friend, I won't go very far"
And I high-tailed it to my beaten up car
I was right there just gonna drive away
I had the worst feeling creeping up my head
So I walked back with the water jug in hand
And the old man was passed out in the sand
I knew right there he wasn't coming back
I walked away never to look back
"Oh Lord, why have you been so cruel to me?
Is this something I really had to see?"
I will walk away, I'm sure, a better man
These images, they are so fresh at hand
Oh, yeah
Fifteen routes in his mission
Fifteen words across my arm
Fifteen days 'til armageddon
Fifteen ways that I've done wrong
Fifteen ways I promise I'll do better
Fifteen songs I'll learn to sing
Fifteen counterpoints to argue
Oh Lord, you've been so cruel to me