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Prayer To The Night Time

A prayer to the night time
And the world’s just pushin’ out there
A party in the next room
Dog barkin’ down the street at the moon
The school yards are empty, children sleeping
When they’re older they’ll sit by a window
Thinking of the old times, teachers' lies

A bottle on the table
Mostly empty like the life of an old man
Hands on a Bible, eyes wet and a prayer for survival
The barroom’s full of townsmen, and their thinking
Which changes with the end of the evening
When they go home to their lives and their wives

An unmade bed for sleeping
Sheets ain’t been washed for years, so it seems
And the lovers who laid there
Separated as life does with its dreams
And so few know the heartache of the failure
In the alley with the wine in his fingers
He’s given all his cares just to lie there