I Prefer Your Love

I, I prefer your love

To Jesus

Little baby on your knees

Cause the world has got you down

Name-tagged tourists, sick at the sight of them

Tight-walking the sidewalk in spite of them

As my headache moves from east to west

Mother, won't you open your arms and

Forgive me of all these bad thoughts

I'm blinded to the faces in the fog

But all the good in me is because of you

It's true

I, I prefer your love

To Jesus

I, I prefer your love

To Jesus

Little baby on your knees

Cause the world has got you down

King-sized country wearing your worries out

Headless heroes heaped by the pylons

As a careless sun sets on the West

Sure as mother licking her finger to

Wipe the blush and smudge from my cheek and

Wonder what will become of your little one

But all the good in me is because of you

It's true

I, I prefer your love

To Jesus

I, I prefer your love

To Jesus

Little baby on your knees

Cause the world has got you down