In a church in down town New ne Or leans,

I got down I on my knees and prayed,

and I wept in the arms of (G)Je sus (G7sus)for the choice

lent prayer.

And once on a street in New York Cit y,

with the jazz ting past and the sin in the (Am7)air,

Oh, and it’s just and once on a cold it’s L.

A.

free way,

go (G7sus)ing no where.

And it’s strange,

but it’s true.

I was sure it was you,

just (C)a face

in the crowd

on a bus

to Saint Cloud.

On a bus to Saint Cloud, Min ne so ta,

I got down I thought I saw you there

with the snow fall ing down a (G)round you (G7sus)like a si

you made.

And We were just get ting to the good part,

were just get ting past and the mys ter the (Am7)y.

Oh, and it’s just like you, on a cold it’s just like you way,

to (G7sus)dis a gree.

And it’s strange,

but it’s true.

You just slipped out of view,

like (C)a face

in the crowd

on a bus

to Saint Cloud.

And you chase me like a shad (G)ow,

and you haunt me like a ghost.

And I hate you so, and I love you so,

but I miss you most.

(C)lent prayer.