Lyrics

The wise don’t investigate, such silliness
I was as skeptical as you,
But I saw tears streaming, out of wooden eyes
Someone please tell me, what is true

Atmospheric conditions, they said
There’s gotta be a trick here
Atmospheric conditions, they must
But let’s just move on anyway

the newsman he showed up, to ask the periphery
Tomorrow they’re chasing cats up a tree
our young minds had heard all about these spiritual flesh wounds before
but why is she crying, they couldn’t say

Atmospheric conditions, they said
There’s gotta be a trick here
Atmospheric conditions, they must,
But let’s just move on anyway

as the blood faded, we didn’t talk much anymore
about what it all meant about what we saw
a blue-collar collared man of god
Why’d they just send him on his way

Atmospheric conditions, they said
There’s gotta be a trick here
Atmospheric conditions, they must
But let’s just move on anyway
They’ll just believe what we say
So let’s just move on anyway