ON A BUS TO ST. CLOUD
(Gretchen Peters)


Benny Neyman (The Netherlands)




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 misery
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


You chase me like a shadow
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








(Contributed by  - February 2008)