Again and again the same situation 
For so many years 
Tethered to a ringing telephone 
In a room full ot mirrors 
pretty girl in your bathroom 
Checking out her  appeal 
I asked myself when you said you loved me 
Do you think this can be real?

Still I sent up my prayer 
Wondering where it had to go 
With heaven full of astronauts 
And the Lord on death row 
While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
Call out and clamour to be found 
Caught in their [bad word] for higher positions 
And their search for love that sticks around

You've had lots of lovely women 
Now you turn your gaze to me 
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection 
To see if I'm worthy 
Like the church 
Like a cop 
Like a mother 
You want me to be [bad word] 
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And I need your approval

Still I sent up my prayer 
Wondering who was there to hear 
I said Send me somebody 
Who's strong and somewhat sincere 
With the millions of the lost and lonely ones 
I called out to be released 
Caught in my [bad word] for higher achievements
And my search for love 
That don't seem to cease 

© 1973; Crazy Crow Music