Mary Chapin Carpenter - Someone Else's Prayer Lyrics






Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years
Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here
Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity
Hide on nights like this once a century
Where do shadows fall when there's only light
Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight
What I'd give right now not to even care
And then this could be someone else's prayer

And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
And when the morning shone through the burned off mist
I could sense you still just as close as this
Just as close as lips brush against a cheek
It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak
But when I look around there's no one there
How I wish you were someone else's prayer

And now the twilight comes as a silent guest
And of all its gifts I like stillness best
Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring
It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings
Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome
Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home
I would always be just a stranger there
And now you're free to be someone else's prayer





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  1. D.... F....

    These are the most beautiful lyrics ever written, I think. It's as if the words were made for the music, and the music made for the words. Thank you for this treasure, Mary.

  2. P.... B....

    Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years
    Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here
    Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity
    Hide on nights like this once a century
    Where do shadows fall when there's only light
    Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight
    What I'd give right now not to even care
    And then this could be someone else's prayer

    And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
    Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
    And when the morning shone through the burned-off mist
    I could sense you still just as close as this
    Just as close as lips brush against a cheek
    It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak
    But when I look around there's no one there
    How I wish you were someone else's prayer

    And now the twilight comes as a silent guest
    And of all its gifts I like stillness best
    Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring
    It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings
    Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome
    Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home
    I would always be just a stranger there
    And now you're free to be someone else's prayer

  3. c.... ....

    one of my faves of Mary's. so poignant and moving

  4. R.... B....

    *_Mary_* , you write melancholy so purely, expertly and with a fragile heart. Yet I can sense the strength you gain in each disappointment. We often have to rely on ourselves to rebuild our hearts. Thank you for such a moving piece of artwork.

  5. J.... Z....

    Been reading my mail...again.