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