Written by Mary Gauthier and Tom Damphier
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Packing vagabond visions and a dream drenched hunger for a home
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Swaddled in road dirt, blood stained blankets and poems
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On a stormy suitcase Sunday I awakened to the scream of the birds
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They held their high notes and offered prayer without words
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Sinking in asphalt, speechlessness and what coulda been
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Surrounded by strangers, scarred stars, stoned broken men
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Riding the narcotic night 'til she swerved and smashed into the curb
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Morning spilled from the wreckage and offered prayer without words
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Chains on the mast pull the past, nothing lasts but nothing ever ends
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I leave town, break new ground, break down, leave town again
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Trapped in the circle, anchored to the weight of the world
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Under shooting stars that sink the skies and offer prayer without words
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Justice rides with jaundiced eyes, jaded judges bleed the broken bench
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Liberty's a homicide, she been flogged to death with money's monkey wrench
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Desperado apostates set fire to every holy word we've heard
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Silence billows from the burning book and offers prayer without words
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Surrender, that sweet cleaning girl, folds white flags in Hallelujah Square
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She can't remember where she's been, one day I'm gonna join her there
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Unpack my battered traveling case, hang out a sign that says "Do Not Disturb"
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Prayer Without Words
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Mary Gauthier |