She met Him in a motel room in the shady part of town With a set of satin sheets pulled back and the window shades pulled down Like a cotton dress she let her fears fall down to the ground With a do not disturb sign on the door She whispered I've never prayed to You before
Some people meet him in a church At a service on Sunday As the preacher says the perfect words They bow their heads to pray And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune She met Him in a motel room.
With a bottle full of sleeping pills and a long, long list of sins, She'd already planned on checking out before she checked in. She was gonna leave a goodbye note, just needed paper and a pen. With that vacancy light blinking red. She found that bible in the drawer beside the bed.
Some people meet him in a church At a service on Sunday As the preacher says the perfect words They bow their heads to pray And the choir sings a sweet forgiveness tune She met Him in a motel room.
No choir sang a sweet forgiveness tune That's not the way that they were introduced She met Him in a motel room. She met Him in a motel room.