The Story I Heard

Hey, you, Jojo Yeah, I know your name I thought I saw you jump a Utah train But I could not say I could not say Heard you tried to keep your hat on a shelf Married a woman, went off and loved someone else It could be as well I cannot tell Oh, no, I cannot tell Hey, you, Jojo Don't you forget your name They might try to keep you From the man you have been So, don't go that way Don't go that way Oh, 'cause the story I hear is that people are bored And the measures you take to wrestle with your Lord All the money you take All the memories you spill Will He measure your time? Will He measure your will? Oh, now One of these mornings Will be the loudest you hear You'll write your story on firecracker paper And disappear And you'll disappear And disappear And you'll disappear Oh, because the story I heard is that people are bored And the measures you take to wrestle with your Lord Are the measures you fake, whether you're dead or just still Will He measure your time? Will He measure your will? Oh, now One of these mornings We'll be, we'll be One of these mornings We'll be, we'll be home