praying for you
I thought you knew all about me
But I guess you only saw what you wanted to see.
The crashing lights, the smashing applause
Were good enough for you to count as the cause.
We waited for the horse to take us away
But, of course, right spot wrong day.
The night train came instead.
You looked through glass and I was left for dead.
Now the river of mists holds me tight,
Carries me with it through an endless night.
I still go through the motions of life.
I pray that you still feel alive.
That’s the way it goes most of the day.
All I kind of do is think that I pray.