Man them firecrackers in my suitcase
about set the whole damn motel ablaze
O'course a motel's as good a place as any to let your demons fly
Then on the morning after, amidst the blessing of silence
I heard the policeman say it was a miracle I was alive

Well this I can't say, cause I don't know, though I'm fond of such foolish conjecture
For in the sweet countdown to nothing, nothing's better than a fools reminder
That wonders never cease, wonders never cease, wonders never cease
For God don't make the river straight -hey-hey my friend...now does he?

Bus station in Oxford Mississippi
Man this crossword puzzle's talking to me
It's spelling out a word so true it hurts
I have to put down the paper
The Snap-on man gives me a ride, tries to witness to me,
I tell him sir the fruits of your insights are luminous limitations

Listen one man's heaven is the next man's hell,
Bother, even the word love is a prison
If we're saved by grace it's just as well
In fact it's the perfect contradiction
Seeing that wonders never cease, wonders never cease
Wonders never cease
For God don't make the river straight -hey-hey my friend...now does he?

Now I'm lying in some tall weeds
With a divorcee from Texas
We proclaim ourselves the ruler of an undiscovered empire
And in this life we'll settle for nothing less
We got our outcast destiny
We feel the bright light of knowing
We ain't ashamed of our past
'Cause it is undone by our present beholding

We're holding a funeral for our fears
Tap dancing on the grave of dead religion
Pooh-pooh the company of so called saints
To run wild in the fields of redemption

Shouting wonders never cease, wonders never cease, wonders never cease
For God don't make the river straight - hey-hey my friend...now does he?