non-believer

Your hands on the Steering wheel Got me thinking Unholy thoughts We're driving past The megachurch Off of the highway I was never Much of a God Girl But i know that You were So i suggest We make rude Gestures Towards your old Pastor With far too much Gusto A lady in an Suv Going 60 In a passing lane Thinks that They're for her So she Cuts you Off And it only Makes you Laugh harder I wanna ask you If losing Your religion Felt like Falling out of love But before i can Work Up the Nerve to Bring up that word You miss the turn back To mine and i Spend the rest Of the drive Convincing my Self that you Did it by Clandestine design In my mind, Your boyfriend Doesn't exist Oh, give me something real For a cynic i sure am a dreamer Your heart's not mine To steal But wanting you feels Like a fever I'd worship at Your heels Guess i'm not much Of a non-believer For a cynic I sure am A dreamer