Hey Jesus, it's me.
I don't usually talk to you,
But my baby's gonna leave me and there's something you must do.
And I am not your faithful servant;
I hang around sometimes with a bunch of your black sheep,
But if you make my baby stay I'll make it up to you;
And that's a promise I will keep.
Hey Jesus, it's me.
I'm the one that talked to you yesterday.
I asked you please, please, for a favor.
But my baby's gone away,
Went away, anyway,
And I don't really think it's fair.
You got the power to make us all believe in you,
And when we call you in our despair
You don't come through.
Hey Jesus, it's me. I'm sorry,
I don't remember all I said;
I had a few, no, too many,
And they went straight to my head,
And made me feel like I could argue with God.
But you know it's easy for you, you got friends all over the world,
You had the whole world waiting for your birth,
But now I ain't got nobody.
I don't know what my life's worth,
'Cause when I die and I get up to your doors
I don't even know if you're going to let me in the place.
How come I gotta die to get a chance to talk with you,
Face to face
