Текст Mary Chapin Carpenter – Someone Else’s Prayer

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

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