If I could see the clock past your hips I would know it's still early If I could find my shoes in this mess I would leave in a hurry Shower off I'll be clean again Get dressed I'll be my best again There's a place where I can be a better man With folded hands No distractions to explore I know what we said When we got out of bed But I'm skippin church Thou shalt not steal Thou shalt not feel what I'm feeling You say that you're done But you won't be the one to start kneeling Dim the lights and we're blind again What we've lost we won't find again There's a prayer for that But my hands in truth Have got no use If they're not touching yours And Idle they say Won't keep the devil away So I'm skippin Church If I could see the clock past your hips If I could find my shoes in this mess I know what I said But I was lying in bed And I'm skippin church