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 drank 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"      And 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, you're turning   You've got one foot on the floor   You're alive, you are burning   You always wanted more