Wood in the grass where Jesus lay.   Were they the shepherds of the day?   I was on the bus trying to get off,   jamming to the ??? boys when I was lost.      Once I was lost, but I never was found.   A dying bus driver drives me around.   I don't understand what my ??? could see   Couldn't see the enemy.      Living in the grass where Jesus lay   the biggest mystery today.   A sound sixteen down from middle C   that rings through the oceans softly.      Once I came home to a bag of bones,   a pile of trash, and a plastic phone.   Throw your bones out to sea.   Watch them sink so silently.      Even I know the fiery place you can go.   Even I know the fiery place you can go.