Lyrics:

5a.m. March 16Jesus on the radioYou took a photograph of meOn your yellow bucket seatIt's too high it's too wideYou're so low you don't knowTo get through to go aroundSo don't look backThere ain't nothing there to seeWas once like youCan't say I recognize that faceIn that picture that you keepIt's too high it's too wideYou're so low you don't knowTo get through to go aroundTo get through to go around