Resurrection

My good friend Paul was lying in the backseat of a station wagon
Headed to New Mexico
Somewhere in the middle of the night the driver fell asleep
And hit the wall beside the road
My friend went through the window like a bullet through the glass
Dead before he ever hit the ground

Oh I believe though its hard sometimes
You are the resurrection and the life

Jody is a queen reigning prone upon a couch
For the past few years of numbered days
Because the virus in her body and the cancer in her brain
Are buying up the real estate
The medicine they give her trades nightmares for her dreams
Of memories too tragic to describe

Oh I believe though its hard sometimes
You are the resurrection and the life

I know the words of life to come are true
But sometimes they feel like salt upon the wound
When I’m asking in these moments where are you
Where are you?

Sometimes its like Lazarus, You come to roll the stone away
And watch him walk back out alive
Sometimes its like my good friend Paul, breathless on the interstate
Mother weeping at his side
Either way its something I will never understand
But I trust enough to take you at your word

So I believe though its hard sometimes
You are the resurrection and the life