Book of Common Prayer Songtext
von Joe Henry

Well, here come the armies of every sworn nation on Earth
They asked for your papers, for the height and the weight of your worth
They put you in back rooms, where there′s always more people than chairs
And no table to hold up the book of our most common prayer


Leave through the restaurant kitchen, hide out in the street
Smoking the last leaves of fall that have danced at our feet
They rise now like spirits that have traded this grounding for air
And now read from the rafters, the book of our most common prayer

As evening is fading, it sings like an old city burns
We listen in waiting for all we have yet to unlearn, hm-mm

How is it we've held out through all of these rumbling years
That rush like the wind from our sails through a tubmle of tears?
We stand now beholding to love and the breach it repairs
And binds us together with the thread of our most common prayer