verse 1
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you standing there
Snow falling all around you
Like a silent prayer
Once on the streets in New York City
With the jazz and the sin in the air
Once on a cold L.A. freeway
I was going nowhere
And it's sad, but it's true
Well I thought it was really you
Just a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud.
verse 2
In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
I wept in the arms of Jesus
For the choice you made
We were just getting to the good part baby
Sliding past the mystery
Oh it's just like you,
Just like you, to disagree
And it's strange, but it's true
You do slip right, right out of my, out my, view
Like a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud.
Bridge
And you chase me like a shadow
And you haunt me like a ghost
And I love you some
And I hate you some
Baby, I miss you, miss you the most
Instrumental
verse 1
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you standing there
Snow falling all around you, baby
Like a silent prayer
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