God in Everything

The boys back home all worship Dylan and Townes And they're at Justine's 'cause it's after hours They'll drink from your peaches, they come into your house So tired from the work day, babe, I just need to lay down Well, I see God in everything from my window to the breeze In his bedroom, by the candlelight when I'm down on my knees When I look in the mirror, I kinda look like you When I'm saying my prayers, I still bleed with the moon Guess I'm going my own way too There's never any shortage of the women in boots With their long hair and tassels, Lord they got nothing to lose Did you see or appreciate the wisdom in me? Was I something for you to play with, did I say the wrong things? Did you notice how I serve my tea? Well, I see God in everything from my window to the breeze In his bedroom, by the candlelight when I'm down on my knees When I look in the mirror, I kinda look like you When I'm saying my prayers, I still bleed with the moon Guess I'm going my own way too