Skipping Church

If I could see the clock past your hips

I would know it’s still early

If I could find my shoes in this mess

I would leave in a hurry

Shower off I’ll be clean again

Get dressed I’ll be my best again

There’s a place where I can be a better man with folded hands

No distractions to explore

I know what we said when we got out of bed

But I’m skipping church

Thou shall not steal thou shall not feel what I’m feeling

You say that you’re done but you won’t be the one to start kneeling

Dim the lights and we’re blind again

What we’ve lost we won’t find again

There’s a prayer for that but my hands in truth

Have got no use

If they’re not touching yours

And idle they say won’t keep the devil away

So I’m skipping church

Ah ah

If I could see the clock past your hips

Ah ah

If I could find my shoes in this mess

I know what I said but I was lying in bed

And I’m skipping church