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.
