Jesus Christ, oh, Jesus Christ
Why is it that your name sounds sweet on my lips tonight?
Like a child in desperate need of help
Or a lady to be freed from frustration felt
The lonely lighted streets of the past
The lonely hollow promises of the days to last
The steady glow of flickering lights
Once lovely, oh! and full of life
Hoping not that glow from candle blow
Hoping not that the inevitable might finally show
