Never Goes To Church on Sunday/Song of Life

Copyright 2007 Michael S. Hysinger

michael@hysingermusic.com

 

 

 

She never goes to church on Sunday

The things they say just don’t feel right

The only thing that she calls evil – is when you run and hide from life

 

She thinks of hell as any subway stop

That’s past the destination of your dreams

And when the train rolls by and doesn’t stop - inside you scream

 

She doesn’t like to talk about those things

That make her feel unhappy inside

She’s walking along singing her song of life

 

She dreams of how she’s going to save the world

By feeding one soul at a time

She knows that happiness is up to her - and it starts in her mind

 

She takes her time and doesn’t fuss too much

Spending Sundays on her own

She talks to rocks and trees - living free the world’s her home

 

She doesn’t like to talk about those things

That make her feel unhappy inside

She’s walking along living her song of life

 

She finds everything she needs - Walking in the warm sunshine

Hearing what they call god inside her mind

(or “hearing god inside her heart and mind”)

 

She never goes to church on Sunday

The things they say just don’t feel right

She just keeps walking on living her song of life

 

 

 

                                                                                    2/9/2007

                                                                                                                Austin, Texas