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 Where do shadows fall when there's only light And why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight What I'd give right now not to even care And then this could be someone else's prayer 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 Now,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