Where It Starts

I found god at the stroke of midnight with your tongue in

my mouth, on New Year's Eve

I found god when I was twelve with my cousin, trying to

get a buzz from shots of listerine

I found god in a Dr.Suess book

I found god in a dirty magazine

I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really like

your peaches, wanna shake your tree

I found god on a Wednesday afternoon, drinking boxed wine

and wishing you would call me

I found god in the middle of the woods, spitting at the

stars and making love to a tree

I found god when I quit smoking cigarettes

I found god in a bag of weed

I found god in the back of my head: Too scared to even

talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me

I could find god if I could taste you

I could find god if you'd lay down next to me

I could find god in your secret places

I could find god if you'd only talk to me

I found god in the back of my head: too scared to even

talk to you, but dreaming you would marry me

I found god in the words of Steve Miller: I really like

your peaches, wanna shake your tree