Hey maybe I should talk to you cause you're in orbit
and now things are harder to figure out.
It may be her music or the abuse, she's bored with me too.
And Jesus, with arms open, He receives us when we ain't ready.
Who knows, it may be all these things,
It may be, hey I'm not sure.
Hey maybe, she don't need anybody
But she do, do, do, she do, do, do
And lately she makes like a doll on Sundays
keeps God so far away.
And the flowers like petals from heaven,
she smells forgiveness.
She ain't ready.
Who knows, it may be all these things,
It may be, hey I'm not sure of it.
Hey maybe, she don't need anybody
But she do, do, do, she do, do, do
Who knows, it may be all these things,
It may be, hey I'm not sure of it.
Hey maybe, she don't need anybody
But she do, do, do, she do, do, do
Lately, her music or the abuse,
she's bored of me too.
And Jesus, with arms open,
he receives us.
We ain't ready.