There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin,
"Come on up and see me," is scribbled with a gold pen, "...but you'd better ring twice,"
Seven months after his little indiscretion, he sits with his wife at a therapy session for a little advice,
If the healing happens as the time goes by, tell me why I still can't look her in the eye.

God, I'm only human, got no other reason,
Sin for a season.

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.

God, I'm only human, got no other reason,
Sin for a season, (sin for a season)
Sin for a season, (sin for a season)

Wealthy lips say, "Keep us from the evil one,"
While the praying hands prey, with deliberate cunning, on the carcass of the cold,
Gonna get the good Lord to forgive a little sin,
Get the slate clean so he can dirty it again, and 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, (sin for a season)
Sin for a season, (sin for a season)
Sin for a season, (sin for a season)
Sin for a season, (sin for a season)
Sin for a season.