Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories - Lisa Listen lyrics

Who would steal Sunday? Who'd make them believe make believe? Who'd buy a prayer When you can pray for free? If the way you held your coffee Was the way you looked at me Then I could take both 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 A dear, strong woman Coos gently along Good guys at the cozy Are servin' folks for free 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" 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, you're turning You've got one foot on the floor You are alive You are burning You always wanted more