Sweet Jesus.
Oh, my. Sweet Jeesuuuuuuuus!
Jesus left Chicago.
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair
At least he's being subtle about it. I play with a guitarist that sometimes stops playing in the middle of a tune to check his watch. Or to get a swig.
No, it's not Joe.
During gigs I wear my watch so the time piece is on the inside of my wrist so I can see while I'm playing. Nobody knows that while I'm taking a thoughtful pause, I'm checking on the time.