Who would steal on Sundays?
Who would make them believe, make believe?
Who’d buy a prayer when you can pray for free?
If the way you drank your coffee was the way you looked at me.
Then I could take both my hands off the TV, oh.
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I’ve been sleeping on half of my bed lately,
And thinkin’ about what you said to me.
You’re tipsy, you’re turning,
You are alive, you are burning, oh.
Lisa won’t you listen?
The moon shines for you.
You’re tipsy, you’re turning,
You are alive, you are burning, oh.
A sweet man will sing a sea-faring song.
A dear strong woman coos gently along.
Good guys at the cozy are servin’ folks for free.
D’you ever notice there’s so many people in bands in the city, oh.
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I will not judge you by the way you play your instrument.
No, that’s true as fiction, sometimes I do.
But the moon shines halfway sometimes, too, oh.
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You always wanted more.
"I guess this is a country-western song. It involves confusion about spirituality, and where you can actually find true spirituality. The song starts out 'Who would steal on Sunday?/Who'd make them believe make-believe?/Who'd but a prayer when you can pray for free?' That's in reference to televangelists who steal money form their congregations. Sometimes where you most expect spirituality, turns out to be where there is none. If more people had real love in their lives, they'd stop searching for religion in the wrong places. It's also about finding spiritual comfort in daily things, in being in a band, in the ups and downs of life, etc."