Your Turn to Pray

I don't know much about hard times

But I guess they're here

I got a little note that says you're off somewhere

 

You're gone across the water

Where the willows stand

I guess you're holding someone else's hand

 

So little time for us

So little time for us

You know I can't stay

I'm going home

It's your turn to pray

But when the time comes

Make it last

 

I'm sitting by the fire going through a box

And even your picture eats me up

I think about those times, it's hard to stop

 

So I close my eyes and I close my mouth

There's no words left to say

There's only hope to hear a distant prayer

 

So little time for us

So little time for us

You know I can't stay

I'm going home

It's your turn to pray

But when the time comes

Make it last