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 I'm only human, got no other reason Sin for a season Wealthy lips say, "Keep us from the evil one" While the praying hands prey with deliberate cunning On the carca** of the cold Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again 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 I'm only human, got no other reason Sin for a season