Sin For A Season

There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin

'Come on up and see me' scribbled with a gold pen

'But you'd better ring twice'

Seven months after his little indiscretion

He sits with his wife at a therapy session

For a little advice

'If the healing happens as the time goes by

Tell me why I still can't look her in the eye'

'God, I'm only human, got no other reason...'

Sin for a season...

There's a shaky hand shaking with the hand of her hostess

Drank a little much, but she'll drive herself home

If she can make it to her car

She never saw the sign or the boy with his daddy

Driving home late from their very first ballgame

And they don't get far

Now the years run together as her guilt goes wild

She still sees the body of an only child

'God, I'm only human, got no other reason...'

Sin for a season...

Wealthy lips say 'keep us from the Evil One'

While the paying hands prey with deliberate cunning

On the carcass of the cold

Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin

Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again

And no one else will ever know

But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard

No man's gonna make a mockery of God

'God, I'm only human, got no other reason...'

Sin for a season...