I found me a plane to Jerusalem
Going down to Gethsemane
And I'll sing to the sands of the Holy Land

Till the prophets start speaking to me

If you don't see me tomorrow

Please don't be waiting round for me
I will be oceans away playing music
On a corner in a Middle Eastern street

Please don't be long, my God, be waiting for me

Sail into fall and your winds have been calling

When summer hits autumn, I'll be home to you
And on Holy Mount Zion
I'll lay with the Lion

And sing to the light of your amber moon
Maybe pick up the Pope on a visit to Rome
Play a few rounds of Monopoly

And we'll smoke cigarettes and go fishing
On the Sea of Galilee


Please don't be long, my God, waiting for me

So if you don't see me tomorrow

Don't be waiting round for me
I will be oceans away playing music
On a corner of a Middle Eastern street


Because I found me a plane to Jerusalem
Going down to Calvary's tree

And I'll sing to the sands of the Holy Land
Till the prophets start speaking
To me.