Jesus drinking cheap beer from the can at the bar
The Buddha shooting pool across the smoke
A cowboy enters the saloon
His boots slap the hard wood floor
his silver spurs jangle with every step
The dust on his leather jacket
and leather chaps
are all the credentials
this bar needs

Jesus can you help me?
Jesus can you save me?
Jesus would you lead me
to a life walking with God
hand and hand across the silent sands?

Buddha can you help me?
Buddha can you save me?
Buddha would you show me
how I can disappear into
the lightning flash
how I can evaporate
in the gap
between
flash and crack?

I’ll have beer, draft
and a glass of water, tap
Jesus, what’re you drinking?
Buddha, pick your poison.
I got you boys covered
It’s the least I can do
for all you’ve done–
figuring out how to help,
and then going ahead and
doing it

It’s lonely riding from town to town
on a wild colt I broke when young and brash
Now he’s spoiled, he needs me to tell him
how to be a horse
Now he can’t make it on his own
thundering across the dusty plains
Now he’s a ruined soul,
and I am to blame

But I’m proud of you guys
You went right ahead and did it,
went right out there and
spread the Word,
mirrored the Logos,
shared the sign
pointing the Way
straight at
I Am
that
I Am
You did a great job
and you’ve got a lot to be proud of–
the both of you