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