Текст (слова) песни: Trisha Yearwood - On A Bus To St. Cloud
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota I thought I saw you there With the snow falling down around you Like a silent prayer And once on a street in New York City With the jazz and the sin in the air And once on a cold L.A. freeway Going nowhere And it`s strange, but it`s true I was sure it was you Just a face in the crowd On a bus to St. Cloud
In a church in downtown New Orleans I got down on my knees and prayed And I wept in the arms of Jesus For the choice you made We were just gettin` to the good part Just gettin` past the mystery Oh, and it`s just like you, it`s just like you To disagree And it`s strange but it`s true You just slipped out of view Like a face in the crowd On a bus to St. Cloud
And you chase me like a shadow And you haunt me like a ghost And I hate you some, and I love you some But I miss you most...
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota I thought I saw you there With the snow falling down around you Like a silent prayer
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