Song Lyrics

"Pray"

by Idle Cure
Album: 2nd Avenue

Pray,
Oh, come on.

I looked with a smile, just to break the ice,
The air was getting thicker, you could cut it with a knife,
I got his attention, then he shut me down,
He said, "I've gotta run, have some fun, don't preach to me now, no."

Oh Lord, tell me how to make a difference,
Oh Lord, show me what to do,
Every time I ask, every time I need some direction you say, "Get down, get down on your knees and..."

Pray for the heart of man, pray for his open hand, whoa, whoa,
Oh, just a little but harder,
Pray that you'll always be a light the world can see, whoa, whoa,
Ooh, you got to pray.

I'm all wound up, ooh, trying to say the right thing,
Could tell it was over, it made no sense,
Heard the fat lady sing,
He wouldn't even listen, no passion or love,
All I remember - the last thing he said: "I'm not gonna join your club, no."

Oh Lord, show me how to make a difference,
Oh Lord, show me what to do,
Every time I ask, every time I need some direction you say, "Get down, get down on your knees and..."

Pray for the heart of man, pray for his open hand, whoa, whoa,
Oh, a little but harder,
Pray that you'll always be a light the world can see, whoa, whoa,
Yeah.

Pray for the heart of man, pray for his open hand, whoa, whoa,
You know you got to pray,
Pray that you'll always be a light the world can see, whoa, whoa,
Whoa, come on,
Pray for the heart of man, (his hand) pray for his open hand, whoa, whoa,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Pray that you'll always be a light the world can see, whoa, whoa,
It'll make a difference, everybody.

Whoa, whoa,
Pray, pray,
Whoa, whoa,
Whoa yeah,
(fade)


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