A voice on the other end said:
"Where in the world have you been?"
I said: "I've been all around
But I ain't seen a thing"
I was lying in my bed (lying in my bed)
Trying to arrange my head
When a letter came in from Him
Saying I was dead
It was signed in blood
It was mailed into my heart
Though the channel was clear
I didn't want to hear
It made me worried, (worried) worried (worried)
When you're out with the boys
Walking paranoid
And all your toys make you discouraged
It's really sad you know
When you've nothing to show
And there it reads (there it reads) on the, on the bottom line:
"I love you (I love you) I love you (I love you)
Awaiting your reply
Awaiting your reply"
Why did He have to word it like that?
Why can't He let me be?
It was bad enough that He offered His love
But why did He fry my head with that last line?
"Awaiting your reply" (Awaiting your reply)
"Awaiting your reply" (Awaiting your reply)
I could laugh in the face of life
I could laugh in the face of lies
But I knew I couldn't keep Him waiting
I had so little time
So I called Him up
Asked for Him by name
He passed me the ticket
And I boarded the plane
We pulled out onto the airport runway
We began to climb as the whole world exploded
I'd just asked Him for His lifeline (Lifeline)
The blood, the blood of Jesus is His lifeline (Lifeline)
So sit down and read His letter (letter)
His love is clearly defined
When you're done with His words
You won't forget what you've heard
And in His love, He'll haunt you day and night
Awaiting your reply (Awaiting your reply)
Awaiting your reply (Awaiting your reply)
Awaiting your reply
