Prayer

My old man's got this whole thing figured out
He doesn't play by the rules, he does his own thing now
He walks with grace, he's learned to make space
For what he knows he doesn't know

And I pray to a god I don't believe
That he might stay
Long enough for me to find my way
Find my place

My old man's got this whole thing figured out
He's lost everything yet he holds himself so well
His only brother, both of our dear mothers
And his dad now too
There's something to having nothing left to lose

And I pray to a god I don't believe
That he might stay
Long enough for me to find my way
Find my place

'Cause I'm a wreck
I lose my marbles twice a day
But he still listens just the same
When I've got nothing worth saying to say

And I pray to a god I don't believe
That he might stay
Long enough for me to find my way
Find my place



Credits
Writer(s): Clare Green
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