Too blind to see the signs in black and white with perfect dates in between. They follow liars coming in their own name. The tired Lord oughta tryin’ to explain. You live in their miracles, and all they do is complain. And when they had finished being filled to the brim with the water, which is the Word of God, Jesus said to them, Now, draw out and present what’s been poured into you. And so they poured that water, which turned to wine. They placed it in the cup, and they brought it over to the governor of the feast, and they said, Here, let me, let me show you, let me show you what’s been going on.

And the governor, he looked at that wine, he tasted that wine, and he said, My God, this is the best wine I’ve ever had! Usually the best wine is served at first, but now, you saved the best wine for last! Too abhorrent, too sick, too lazy, too crazy, too hazy to believe. Too blind to see the signs in black and white, with perfect dates in between. And this begins the miracles. It’s comin’ in their own name. I’m tired, Lord, of tryin’ to explain. You’ve given them miracles, and all they do is complain.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. [tr:trw].