They say that you'll hear him if you're really listening And pray for that feeling of grace But that's what I'm doing, why doesn't he answer? I've prayed 'til I'm blue in the face The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German Distinctly at odds with the theme of the sermon And during communion I study the people Threading themselves through the eye of the needle I know that it's wrong for the faithful to seek it But sometimes I long for a sign, anything Something to wake up the whole congregation And finally make up my mind The cars in the churchyard are shiny and German Completely at odds with the theme of the sermon And all through communion I stare at the people Squeezing themselves through the eye of the needle