Featuring Chris Chandler and an excerpt from his poem, "The Last Convent in Gomorrah".
Watching the mainstream media work its daily spell of death and destruction suggests that it’s almost a miracle that any of us find faith in anything anymore. Thankfully, we still do.
AM - vocals, guitars
Ralph Gordon - bass
Robbie Magruder - drums
Chris Chandler - spoken word on "The Last Convent in Gomorrah"
Marco Delmar - tambourine
Words & music A. McKnight, ©1999 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Jesus left town on the nighttime train
slipped out in the darkness to minimize our pain
really wasn't much for him to do
some bum picked his pocket and his credit was no good
Chorus
Faith may move mountains, faith may cure the ill
faith will fight outnumbered, where doubt never will
faith does not make bullets, faith will not wage war,
faith won't twist the truth and faith ain't found 'round here no more
Verse 2
The preacher laid his cards out on the deck,
said "Boys my ride's waiting, now it's time to collect"
then he clutched his chest and fell to the floor
said "I'll be fine, my heart stopped a long time before"
Chorus
Verse 3
I met Jesus on the nighttime train
in a couple thousand years he'll be back to try again
left me with this parting advice
whatever comes easy ain't worth the sacrifice
Chorus
Jesus left town on the nighttime train