He did not hold me in his arms upon
the sea of Galilee,
he let me down,
left me to drown
but worse than holding my breath,
is not death,
No
it's the somewhere in between
when you're stuck into a scene, a
kind of 'Groundhog...'

A mad dog may foam at the mouth but that's
the last thing on my mind when
I find I'm heading South
into the pit and the bit that really bothers me are
the philistines who roared approval at
my removal.

Death may be an obstacle to overcome,
the Son of Man
managed it
and that's another bit that bothers me as I
sink and drown under the sea
of Galilee.