5a.m. March 16 Jesus on the radio You took a photograph of me On your yellow bucket seat It's too high it's too wide You're so low you don't know To get through to go around So don't look back There ain't nothing there to see Was once like you Can't say I recognize that face In that picture that you keep It's too high it's too wide You're so low you don't know To get through to go around To get through to go around