Sunday Afternoon

I put on my dress

Pull up my white tights

My mother braids my hair

Maybe I'll feel him this time

I raise my hands

I close my eyes

But I feel empty inside

I'm looking for God

In this building filled with pews

I'm searching for God

On a Sunday afternoon

I put on my shorts and my tie dyed t-shirt

A six pack and cigarettes

And my best friend on the roof deck

The distant church bells ring

We catch a buzz and start to sing

I'm looking for God

In this bottle filled with booze

I'm searching for God

On a Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon

Be a good girl now

You'll earn your crown

You're gonna walk streets of gold

Do what you're told

Be a good girl now

You'll earn your crown

You're gonna walk streets of gold

Do what you're told

We pack a bag, sweater and snowshoes

I'll braid my hair

As he drives us to the mountains

The peaks like temples touch the sky

The trees so old, so wise

I'm searching for God

In a forest filled with truth

I'm looking for God

On a Sunday afternoon

I'm searching for God

And I know you're searching too