prayer no. 2.
i come home hummin’, wake up wishing i could die.
i’m not dead yet, and maybe there’s no reason.
it’s lovely to be young,
but it don’t seem that way until you start to grow old.
and it’s nice to be in love,
but i didn’t think so until my heart went cold.
hush now baby, you don’t have to say a thing.
i can see it in your eyes, i know the kind of trouble you bring.
everything is alright, something must be wrong.
dear lord, hear my prayer.
when my time has come,
i need a gentle touch to take me there.