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