(written by Gretchen Peters)



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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