Lyrics

Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
You need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out, touch faith
Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver

Reach out, touch faith

Your own personal Jesus

Reach out, touch faith
Reach out, touch faith
Reach out, touch faith
(Reach out, reach out)
Reach out, touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

"three years ago you honoured me with your vote" he said. "but i have let you down. the town has run out of money."

last year the town had voted to hold an extravagant beer festival. in the mayor’s campaign he had said it would boost the local economy.

for generations the fairfields had been the town’s richest family. when the last fairfield had died she had left instructions that her family vault remain closed for one hundred years.

the mayor turned the huge handle. they heard gears spinning followed by a loud crunch. the mayor heaved the door open and they all poured inside.

the people in the portraits are my family and friends. i had vast wealth but there was nothing more precious to me than them.

after everyone had left the mayor sighed and locked the door again. he took out his phone and called his business partner.

“That plinth you made was completely persuasive!” he said. “No, no one noticed the door had been opened before. But let’s catch up later over a beer, ok? I’ve got to catch a train.”

nah politicians just say stuff to get votes then they do whatever they want