IntroVerse 1Rain 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 2He Said, "I've Buried Fathers, Married Lovers,Prayed Beside Too Many Beds.Now Every Hallelujah Sounds Like EchoesBouncing Around In My Head."She Smiled Without Pretending."Honey... Sit A While.I've Made A Living Hearing ThingsFolks Won't Tell Themselves."Chorus**Everybody's Got A Sermon.Everybody Needs A Friend.Every Soul Comes Through This DoorwayLooking For A Place To Mend.You Can Buy Another Whiskey,You Can't Buy Peace Of Mind.Sometimes Heaven Looks A Whole LotLike 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 HourThey Don't Have To Wear A Mask.I've Held Cowboys, Lawyers, Drifters,Soldiers Fresh From Overseas.Funny... Underneath The SkinEverybody Begs For Peace."He Whispered,"Do You Still Believe In God?"She Answered,"I Believe In PeopleOn Their Best Or Worse Nights."BridgeThe 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 ChorusEverybody'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 LotLike Somebody Staying With You Through The Night.
