He's an ordinary person  Just an underprivileged man  Who's really made a mess of things  Just doing the best he can  He's never played his cards right  Why does he play at all  Ending everything would be just the same  As standing inside this wall    Here is the church  And here is the steeple  He opens all the doors saying  Why are all these fancy people staring at me  Why won't you come to me  And they said....    It's the way you mumble  It's the way you move  I joust my pointy fingers at you  In this stained-glass room  You've really made a mess of things  Why won't you just jump in  To the oceans with the burning fire  And those places that they're in  So you can wallow in your hole while screaming  Dazzling the broken dreaming  Of things that never last  To find the dreary remains  Of yesterday    Oh, just give me one small chance  To be lucky like you  To be loved like you  Oh, just give me one small chance  To be singing like you  To be thought of like you  Oh, just give me one small chance  To be a marvel like you  To be just like you  Oh, just give me one small chance  To be lucky like you  To be loved like you  To be thought of like you  Oh to be just like you    So the life of the sinless man had ended  As lives often do  To trail off to somewhere distant  Beyond the stained-glass room  Between the ministries and sinistries  This is where he stands  To front the familiar eyes  The Book of Life  It's the underprivileged man    Saying......  It's the way you mumble  It's the way you move  I joust my pointy fingers at you  And your stained-glass room  You've really made a mess of things  Why won't you just jump in  To the oceans with the burning fire  And those places that they're in  So you can wallow in your hole while screaming  Dazzling the broken dreaming  Of things that never last  To find the dreary remains  Of make-belief    Oh, why won't you come to me?  What have I ever done to you?  Oh, why won't you come to me?