Song Lyrics

I fled the city of my birth
I can't account for my time on earth
I'm a prodigal without much worth
I'm angry and bathed in fire

But I thought I smelled the thought of spring
When I won the thought I lost the thing
Traveling through these fiery rings
And worrying thicker skin from ever growing

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan

Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
I've been working on a mousetrap of my own design
I've been haunted by winds in the tops of the pines
I'll just win a cruise if I answer the telephone

These are the cheapest Rose glasses I've ever had
Won't throw em out til I break em bad
I'd rather be miserable than merely sad
Thankful that my sadness don't involve a lot of yelling

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan

At the kitchen table in my birthday suit
I've been scribbling my fears til they come out cute
Another year has followed suit
And everything I want just keeps getting older
The red tail lights of endless cards
Like constellations of endless stars in
A straight line from Venus to Mars
It's the scale that keeps me always rebelling

Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' songs

Christopher Rudolf Luedecke

The duration of Long Suffering Jesus is 2:38 minutes and seconds.