I put on my dress Pull up my white tights My mother braids my hair Maybe I'll feel him this time I raise my hands I close my eyes But I feel empty inside I'm looking for God In this building filled with pews I'm searching for God On a Sunday afternoon I put on my shorts and my tie dyed t-shirt A six pack and cigarettes And my best friend on the roof deck The distant church bells ring We catch a buzz and start to sing I'm looking for God In this bottle filled with booze I'm searching for God On a Sunday afternoon, Sunday afternoon Be a good girl now You'll earn your crown You're gonna walk streets of gold Do what you're told Be a good girl now You'll earn your crown You're gonna walk streets of gold Do what you're told We pack a bag, sweater and snowshoes I'll braid my hair As he drives us to the mountains The peaks like temples touch the sky The trees so old, so wise I'm searching for God In a forest filled with truth I'm looking for God On a Sunday afternoon I'm searching for God And I know you're searching too