The Western Wall Songtext
von Jason Robert Brown
The Western Wall Songtext
Christopher McGuinness
Of Dearborn, Michigan
Awoke to the sound of a doorbell
And a man in a limousine
And thereupon was driven
To a clinic in Ann Arbor
Where a team of surgeons worked for hours and
Saved his heart
They saved his heart
And he never met the doctors
And he never saw a bill
And when I met Chris McGuinness
In a bar in Sugar Hill
He said "I don′t understand it
And I guess I never will
But God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall
The Western Wall"
David Wild in London (Chanda Kapur of Mumbai)
Got a grant to study vertebrates (Got for goats and a fence)
And Renata Heinz of Dusseldorf
Got the title for the family farm
And fourteen other cases
Since Nineteen Eighty-Seven
Where a hopeless soul was rescued by an
Unseen Hand
An unseen hand
And what they all have in common
Is when things were at their
When they had no other options
When they felt their lives were cursed
Then a miracle befell them
And they say like they've rehearsed
"God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall
The Western Wall
The Western Wall (Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall)
(In the cracks of the Western Wall)
The Western Wall" (Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it)
A street near Mount of Olives
At midnight in Jerusalem
And an heiress I′ll call Anna
Is showing me what she does
She hikes up to a clearing
Where each June and December
They bury the prayers collected from the Wailing Wall
The Wailing Wall
And Anna tells me fiercely
That the crisis of our day
Is that faith is disappearing
And there has to be a way
To reinspire the wonder
That could make somebody say
"God reached out to me"
So she digs through piles of wishes
And if she can identify whoever wrote it
She'll fulfill it
No matter what she has to try
And she burned through all her fortune
And I needed to know why
And she said
"God reached out to me
God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall (Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall)
(In the cracks of the Western Wall)
The Western Wall" (Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it)
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
"Until they can see God,"
She said
"I will have to be God"
Of Dearborn, Michigan
Awoke to the sound of a doorbell
And a man in a limousine
And thereupon was driven
To a clinic in Ann Arbor
Where a team of surgeons worked for hours and
Saved his heart
They saved his heart
And he never met the doctors
And he never saw a bill
And when I met Chris McGuinness
In a bar in Sugar Hill
He said "I don′t understand it
And I guess I never will
But God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall
The Western Wall"
David Wild in London (Chanda Kapur of Mumbai)
Got a grant to study vertebrates (Got for goats and a fence)
And Renata Heinz of Dusseldorf
Got the title for the family farm
And fourteen other cases
Since Nineteen Eighty-Seven
Where a hopeless soul was rescued by an
Unseen Hand
An unseen hand
And what they all have in common
Is when things were at their
When they had no other options
When they felt their lives were cursed
Then a miracle befell them
And they say like they've rehearsed
"God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall
The Western Wall
The Western Wall (Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall)
(In the cracks of the Western Wall)
The Western Wall" (Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it)
A street near Mount of Olives
At midnight in Jerusalem
And an heiress I′ll call Anna
Is showing me what she does
She hikes up to a clearing
Where each June and December
They bury the prayers collected from the Wailing Wall
The Wailing Wall
And Anna tells me fiercely
That the crisis of our day
Is that faith is disappearing
And there has to be a way
To reinspire the wonder
That could make somebody say
"God reached out to me"
So she digs through piles of wishes
And if she can identify whoever wrote it
She'll fulfill it
No matter what she has to try
And she burned through all her fortune
And I needed to know why
And she said
"God reached out to me
God reached out to me"
"All I ever did
Was write a prayer to God
On a tiny piece of paper
That I stuffed into the cracks
Of the Western Wall (Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall)
(In the cracks of the Western Wall)
The Western Wall" (Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it)
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
Put a prayer in the cracks of the Western Wall
In the cracks of the Western Wall
Put a prayer in the cracks and God will find it
"Until they can see God,"
She said
"I will have to be God"
Writer(s): Jason Robert Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com