Lisa Listen

Who would steal Sunday?
Who'd make them believe make believe?
Who'd buy a prayer
When you can pray for free?
If the way you held your coffee
Was the way you looked at me
Then I could take both hands off the TV

I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately
And thinking about what you said to me
"You're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning"

"Lisa, won't you listen?
The moon shines for you
You're tipsy, you're turning
You are alive, you are burning"

A sweet man will sing
A seafaring song
A dear, strong woman
Coos gently along
Good guys at the cozy
Are servin' folks for free
You ever notice
There are so many people in bands in the city?

I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately
And thinking about what you said to me
"You're tipsy, you're turning, you are alive, you are burning"

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

Lisa, won't you listen?
The moon shines for you
You're tipsy, you're turning
You've got one foot on the floor
You are alive
You are burning
You always wanted more