He rides the bus
To the BTC
And breathes in
The smell of the city:

Cigarettes and homeless men

He smiles at strangers
From strange lands
And meets the locals
On Fremont

He sings in the bars
And dances at midnight
With the performers
Enfrente del Bellagio

He howls at the moon
With the manic pixies
In the parks
Near the gas stations

He buys his wine
At the Lee's on Sahara
And turns it to water
For the candy kids

Jesus saves sinners
From boring Friday nights
In my city