On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota I thought I saw you there With the snow falling down around you Like a silent prayer
And once on a street in New York City With the jazz and the sin in the air And once on a cold L.A. freeway Going nowhere
And it's strange but it's true I was sure it was you Just a face in the crowd On a bus to St. Cloud
In a church in downtown New Orleans I got down on my knees and prayed And I wept in the arms of Jesus For the choice you made
We were just getting to the good part Just getting past the mystery Oh and it's just like you, just like you To disagree
And it's strange but it's true You just slipped out of view Like a face in the crowd On a bus to St. Cloud
And you chase me like a shadow And you haunt me like a ghost And I hate you some and I love you some But I miss you most
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota I thought I saw you there With the snow falling down around you Like a silent prayerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
