Still Waiting for the New Man

Still waiting for the new man I built this one with my two hands He's funded by the big brands But he knows how to please his true fans He's put together but he's hardened (We gotta get back to the garden) New heart and mind and game plan God grant it, God damn it, God save my man Still working at the saved life I watched my gramma spend her days and nights In rare gratefulness and labor To love the Lord and love her neighbor Most of her life she went to sleep alone When the phone rang for Walter, she'd say "He's not home" New spirit every new day Little by little I'm learning the old ways* We will all be healed O daughters of Zion We will be washed clean With a Spirit of judgment And a Spirit of burning Don't be afraid I woke up this morning I thought I felt a little warning As usual I missed it Though there've been mornings when I've kissed it And seen the light Shining on my lips like a secret And felt the heat Burning on my tongue like a red-hot coal I'm still learning how to feel good I like clean linens, I like wildwood Soft chambray and cologne The tang of tanqueray on tongue I like the way you look in half-light Half-dressed by the bed at midnight I'm still waiting for the new man But in the meantime come and hold my hand We will both be healed My lover, my witness Love will wash us clean With a spirit of judgment And a spirit of burning Small booth for shade Don't be afraid