Tyson Motsenbocker - Sunday Morning

I chose all the right songs

played all the right chords

Til the kids who still weren't singing Praised the Lord
 and the pastor yelled

about faith and hell

and I soundtracked his words for affect
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Everyone cried and cried and cried
And then we played kickball
Well is God just a feeling

You can use at your will?

Beat your heart inside the loving Pull the trigger when you kill

Well your promise of a new life Read closer to a warning

So I don't blame anyone for passing what gets sold on Sunday Morning
Adrian sighed aloud

closed the door

poured a high ball of Jamison

and opened her eyes some more
Asked did the Holy Spirit move?

I used to do those drugs too

But you can only come down that hard so often And I insisted we aren't all that way

And I know he hears me when I pray

And then we fought about Friedrich Neitsche
Well is God just a feeling That I use at my will

Like Elijah and his ravens Gideon in the hills
That promise of a new life

Read closer to a warning

So I don't blame anyone for passing What gets sold on Sunday morning
She woke at dawn

Put a thin dress on

And we walked to Saint Joseph's Cathedral She made a cross with her wrists

Said you know what I miss?

Being lost, and then being found
And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman


making promises I knew I shouldn't
She said stop trying to rescue me
 I need more than a good feeling
 That's what you're offering

Written by:
Tyson Motsenbocker

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