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Track 6. A Little Lower than the Ceiling

I often think how it would have felt
Had I been around when you walked this earth
Following you through dusty Galilean villages
Listening on the fringe of the crowd
When it came to the time you had to walk alone
Yes, I'd have run away like the rest of your friends
Would I have got the chance to meet you in the sequel
And stood there wide-eyed and lost for words?

Some of the people you had around you in those days!
I could have queried your choice in humanity
It's not much different two thousand years on
Just take a look around
At the societies and clubs and organisations
All claiming you as their founder member
Saying they can guarantee me an audience
If I pay my subscription or go on a course

but I say
Just lift me up, a little lower than the ceiling
There's angels up above you say, but this far suits me fine
High enough to take my bearings on the situation
See the endless love that's in you heart and the hunger here in mine

I was born into a quasi-military religious uniformed organisation
Founded in the nineteenth century, and still there fifty years into the next
Offering the world soup and salvation, doing away with alcohol, tobacco and sin
The world in turn looked on and condescended to drop a coin in the tin
Booth with his drum led the marching band, over the bright horizon into glory land
Looking at the skyline I could still see the glow, I guess I recognised you even then
Good people wearing such strange clothes, if they're up there looking down on me now
I'm sorry if I disappointed them by not wearing those particular colours

I've been around this thing they call the church I've seen it all run to extremes
The high camp theatre, the bells and smells, then the prosaic and the plain
The fundamentalists who have no fun at all, the liberals who only believe in belief
The glazed eyes of the holy rollers, I can't help it but I'm in there as well

But what about you, what do you say, what do you think of the show so far?You got the Spanish Inquisition was it just a crossed line when it was Mother Teresa you called?
Don't ask me to work the whole thing out I've not got that circuitry inside my skull
I can't leave now I've got to follow you although I feel two thousand light years behind

And I still ask...I'm still hungry I'm still thirsty
And like Bono says I still haven't found, still haven't found what I'm looking for
And I wonder, yes I wonder, I wonder, have you?