Sunday's Best
Today there were people standing at my door
Took me a minute to realize what for
Wearing plain clothes
Smiles on their faces
Came to remind me that Jesus saved us
I'm not tied to religion
I've always been confused
Never knew what to believe in
And that really gives me the blues
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
A few years back
I met some strange guys
Riding their bikes
Stopped to say hi
We talked music and dreams to achieve
Made me think that there is more than one way to believe
I'm not one for religion
I've never cared much for titles
But love exists for indifferent stars
And the thought drives me wild
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
When I was a teen I had it out with my priest
Made me think twice about what God really means
I'm not built for cold-blooded congregation
Doesn't mean the trains left the station
I was never big on religion
Or practicing group prayer
Maybe all of this is bigger
Than anyone can bare
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
Took me a minute to realize what for
Wearing plain clothes
Smiles on their faces
Came to remind me that Jesus saved us
I'm not tied to religion
I've always been confused
Never knew what to believe in
And that really gives me the blues
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
A few years back
I met some strange guys
Riding their bikes
Stopped to say hi
We talked music and dreams to achieve
Made me think that there is more than one way to believe
I'm not one for religion
I've never cared much for titles
But love exists for indifferent stars
And the thought drives me wild
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
When I was a teen I had it out with my priest
Made me think twice about what God really means
I'm not built for cold-blooded congregation
Doesn't mean the trains left the station
I was never big on religion
Or practicing group prayer
Maybe all of this is bigger
Than anyone can bare
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
You don't find faith in a crowded room
Wearing your Sunday's best
Maybe it's a little bit
In the ways you'd least expect
Credits
Writer(s): Anne Stramara
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