(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years
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Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here
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Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity
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Hide on nights like this once a century
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Where do shadows fall when there's only light
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Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight
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What I'd give right now not to even care
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And then this could be someone else's prayer
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And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
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Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
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And when the morning shone through the burned off mist
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I could sense you still just as close as this
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Just as close as lips brush against a cheek
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It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak
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But when I look around there's no one there
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How I wish you were someone else's prayer
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And now the twilight comes as a silent guest
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And of all its gifts I like stillness best
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Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring
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It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings
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Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome
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Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home
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I would always be just a stranger there
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And now you're free to be someone else's prayer
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Someone Else's Prayer
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| Mary Chapin Carpenter |
