On a bus ride into town   I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"   And as I looked around   At the billboards and the stores      I thought, "Why do I look around?"   And I kissed the filthy ground   First dry spot I found   And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down      Before long I was too cold   Took a bus back to the station   I found a letter left by a pay phone   With no return contact      And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel   "Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"   It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation      If I didn't have you as my guide   I'd still wander lost in Sinai   Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state   (How I could jump in their path as they hurry along)      You surround me   You're pretty but you're all I can see like a thick fog   If there was no way into God   I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long      And Bonner fair always came through   The first week of September   But it's already the 19th   And there's no sign of it      Yet, I have a hard time   Remembering all the things that I should remember   And a hard time   Forgetting the all things that I am supposed to forget      Oh Christ, when You're ready to come back   And I think I'm ready for You to come back   But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are   That's okay too, it's really none of my business      If I didn't have You as my guide   I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai   Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me   There are places that aren't here      I had a well but all the water left   So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath   If there was no way into God   I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear