Lyrics:
(Verse)Well you're not from around hereYou're probably not our kindIt's hot from March to ChristmasAnd other things you'll find(Verse)Won't fit your old ideasTheir line is shifting sands,You walk across a ghostly bridgeTo a crumbling promise land(Chorus)If Jesus came from MississippiIf tears began to riseI guess I'll start at the beginningThe world of strange design(Verse)Well I'd like to have the oceanBut I'd settle for the rainHumbly as for true loveThere was such a price to pay(Verse)This room was filled with troubleAnd sacraments deceivedAnd I'm with you, we're in the shadeOf his weeping willow tree(Chorus)If Jesus came from MississippiIf tears began to riseI'll have to go back to the beginningIn this world of strange design(Verse)We talk about your drinkingBut not about your thirstYou set off through the mine fieldLike you were round in first(Verse)So open up their windowAnd hand the baby throughPoint up towards the ghostly bridgeAnd she'll know what to do(Chorus)If Jesus came from MississippiIf tears began to riseThey'll have to go back to the beginningIn this world of strange design