A demon at maths and science, I'm up for a prize
If you gotta grow up sometime
You've got to do it on your own
I don't think I could stand to be stuck
That's the way that things were going

The bible's my tool, there's no mention of school
My Damascan road's, my transistor radio
I tune in at night when my mum and my dad start to fight
I put on my headphones and I, I tune out, I am an devout
The girls are singing about my life
But they're not here, they've got the, the wild life

If you want to find out, find out
You've got to look them in the eye
That's why my only choice
Is find the face behind the voice

And she asked the man if the service was open
Not today, just the choir from the radio
Could not sit in I've come all this way
Will you bugger off, I've got work to do
The city was losing its appeal, God was asleep
He was back in a village, in the fields

Oh, if I could make sense of it all
I wish that I could sing, I'd stay in a melody
And I would float along in my everlasting song
What would I do to believe?