Stephen Fearing Town Called Jesus Lyrics

Our founding fathers built this town
And they named it for God's Son
On Sundays, it was fine clothes for everyone
But on Mondays when the gloves came off
There was always hell to pay
On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away

you and me, we learned to sing
As soon as we could run
We left that town like buckshot from a gun
and we flew with our ambitions
and our faded black berets
To the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away

Money comes and money goes like water through my hands Money spills like blood upon the land
Money finds the sacred place and rolls the stone away Concrete in the fields, and the Northern Lights are fading

And there's something I've been looking for On every hungry street
Older than the stone beneath my feet
a secret, waiting for a kid
To dig it from the clay
On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away

Money comes and money goes like water through my hands Money spills like blood upon the land
Money finds the sacred place and rolls the stone away Concrete in the fields, and the Northern Lights are fading
And there's something I've been looking for
On every hungry street
Older than the stone beneath my feet a secret, waiting for a kid
To dig it from the clay Like the long lost bones of Jesus, nearly half a world away
On the other side of Jesus, nearly half a world away