Lisa Listen

Who would steal on Sunday?
Who'd made 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
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
And a dear, strong woman coos gently along
Good guys at the Cozy are servin' folks for free
Did 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"

And 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 and turning, you've got one foot on the floor
You're alive, you are burning
You always wanted more