Jesus and Bo

I didn’t come here

To try and get Bo

To find Jesus again

Keep Jesus

I just want

My son back

You keep struggling--

No, Margaret

Let me talk

Now, there’s nothing wrong with Jesus

And you know I’m as god-loving

As the next woman

But what’s wrong is--

You can get mixed up

On Jesus

Just like you can get mixed up

On whatever Bo’s hooked on

And that’s what’s wrong

And that’s what’s going on here

You’re trying to fix him

And get him back to church

All in one swing

And it’s not going to work Margaret

It’s just not going to work

He’s got things in him--

About him

That are tearing him up

Because he thinks

They can’t exist

In the same body

With the same soul

That you’re telling him

He has to have

If he wants to be a good person

I’m not blaming you

It’s not all you

But you have the power

To do something about all this

And all you have to do is say--

Look, God’ll forgive me

For not worrying about God

But God won’t forgive me

If I let my son go into darkness

Because he wasn’t saying

What the church wanted to hear

I just gotta know, Margaret

Why aren’t you telling all those folks

Advising you

To keep Jesus

And give you Bo?

Let ‘em have all the Jesus they want

But you only get one son

And you don’t even know

Where he is

They’re making you sit on that dusty old couch

And pray for him

When you could be out looking

When you should be out looking

How many chances you think you get

Before one day he doesn’t come home for good?

We are not put on this earth

To worry about

What it is

Other people believe

We are put here

To take care of each other

And sometimes even save each other

If we get the opportunity

Now you can worry about his soul

All you want

Once he’s home in bed

And he hears that you don’t think

He’s some kind of heathen

You don’t get any special commendation from Heaven

If you let the people you love die

Because they didn’t subscribe to your principles

Of what good living is

Your name isn’t Abraham, Margaret

Nobody’s asking you to sacrifice anything

But a bunch of people

Who have the same demons Bo does

All tucked away somewhere

So we can’t judge them for it

So you’re going to get in my car

And we’re going to go do

A few laps around town

Until we spot that boy

And if anybody calls you

To ask where you are

You tell ‘em

You’re out being a mother

And to mind their own damn business

I must have been going

To the wrong church

All these years

Because I thought

You were supposed to love first

And do everything else second

Shaming that boy

Hasn’t done a damn thing for him

So why don’t we try loving him

For a change?

Does that sound good to you?

Good

Then let’s try it

And you better pray

It works