Intro
Verse 1
Rain Kept Washing Main Street Clean,
Neon Burned Against The Dark.
She Was Working Through Another Friday Night,
Reading Lonely Hearts By The Bar.
In Came A Preacher, Coat Half-Soaked,
Bible Tucked Beneath His Arm.
He Said, "Pour Me Something Stronger...
Faith Don't Always Keep You Warm."
Verse 2
He Said, "I've Buried Fathers, Married Lovers,
Prayed Beside Too Many Beds.
Now Every Hallelujah Sounds Like Echoes
Bouncing Around In My Head."
She Smiled Without Pretending.
"Honey... Sit A While.
I've Made A Living Hearing Things
Folks Won't Tell Themselves."
Chorus
**Everybody's Got A Sermon.
Everybody Needs A Friend.
Every Soul Comes Through This Doorway
Looking For A Place To Mend.
You Can Buy Another Whiskey,
You Can't Buy Peace Of Mind.
Sometimes Heaven Looks A Whole Lot
Like Somebody Giving You Their Time.**
Verse 3
"They Don't Pay Me For The Loving,"
She Laughed Into Her Glass.
"They Pay Me 'Cause For One Short Hour
They Don't Have To Wear A Mask.
I've Held Cowboys, Lawyers, Drifters,
Soldiers Fresh From Overseas.
Funny... Underneath The Skin
Everybody Begs For Peace."
He Whispered,
"Do You Still Believe In God?"
She Answered,
"I Believe In People
On Their Best Or Worse Nights."
Bridge
The Bartender Kept Drying Glasses.
Nobody Rushed The Clock.
Outside, The Rain Kept Falling.
Inside, Nobody Had To Hide.
She Reached Across The Table.
"Preacher...
Maybe God Gets Tired Of Churches.
Maybe He Hangs Around Places Like This."
Final Chorus
Everybody's Got A Sermon.
Everybody Needs A Friend.
Grace Don't Always Wear A Halo,
Sometimes It Wears High Heels Instead.
You Don't Find Redemption Shouting.
You Find It Looking In Eachothers Eyes.
Sometimes Heaven Looks A Whole Lot
Like Somebody Staying With You Through The Night.
