Lyrics Bus Stop - Tin Machine

There′s a cry that is heard in the city
Froom Vivian at Pentecost Lane
A shriekin' and dancing till 4 a.m.
Another night of muscles and pain
I love you despite your convictions
That God never laughs at my jokes
I′m a young man at oods with the Bible
But I don't pretend faith never works
When we're down on our knees
Prayin′ at the bus stop
Now Jesus he came in a vision
And offered you redemption from sin
I′m not sayin' that I don′t believe you
But are you sure that it really was him
I've been told that it couldn′ve been blue cheese
Or the meal that we ate down the road
Hallelujah
I'm a young man at oods with the Bible
But I don′t pretend faith never works
When we're down on our knees
Prayin' at the bus stop