Pray Where You Are

In the submarines and tanks In the S and Ls and banks In the cancer wards, the prisons and the bars On the earth and on the moon In the closet, in your room In the flop houses, the think tanks and the farms To the salesman forever trying to sell To the faithful daughter walking to the well Oh, pray where you are Pray where you are In the fields and in the factories There's no limits, rules or boundaries At work or school or driving in your car Pray where you are In the strip joints, in the church On a desperate lost child search On the airplanes and the backroads and the rails On the blacktops, on the beach Down a sewer and up a creek In the penthouses, the gulags and the jails To the criminal with no one left to con To the movie star whose day has come and gone To the junky with his back against the wall To the lawman as he breaks another law In the desert, off the shore In peacetime and in war In the pentagon, the court rooms and the malls In the tents and in the caves At the truckstops, by the graves In our hopes and fears and struggles great and small To the corner bum that no one seems to hear To the president who prays for four more years Pray where you are