Everything to God in prayer Take it to the Lord in prayer What a friend we have in Jesus All our sins and griefs to bear And what a privilege to carry Oh, what peace we often forfeit Oh, what needless pain we bear All because we do not carry Have we

I spend my nights down on the wharf In unlit alleyways By the church downtown Where Sally prays Come down sometime We'll share a rusty can of corn... And listen to the radio I love you, I love you, it says...

I'm so sorry for everything All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon

'Cause it doesn't make a difference If we make it or not We've got each other and that's a lot For love, we'll give it a shot Livin' on a prayer Once upon a time Not so long ago Tommy used to work on the docks

No more parties in LA Please baby no more parties in LA, uh No more (Los Angeles) Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans And my sheets still orange from your spray tan It was more than soft porn for the K-man She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape

All I want, is to be home Wish I were with you, but I couldn't stay Every direction leads me away Pray for tomorrow, but for today Stand in the mirror, you look the same Just looking for shelter, from the cold and the pain Someone to cover, safe from the

Confusion's all I see Frustration surrounds me Solution: bid farewell Sedation - what the hell? I can hardly breathe at all Divided we stand Together we fall That can save us all So don't pray on your knees

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls