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 held 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."
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.