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