Prayers Of The Saints

Mama's alone where the sirens call

They're filling up her mind like they fill the hall

Mama can't fight what she don't know

Baby looks fine while the cancer grows

Talking bout the prayers of the saints

They can do what most men can't

God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Something bout the way they move

Makes them do the things they do

Somewhere a saint is praying for you

Papa's alone while the sun sets red

He stands there fine, baby lays in bed

Papa blames this on what he don't know

Baby looks fine while the cancer grows

Talking bout the prayers of the saints

They can do what most men can't

God bends his ears just to hear what they say

Something bout the way they move

Makes them do the things they do

Somewhere a saint is praying for you