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TRISHA YEARWOOD >> Merchandise Links
TRISHA YEARWOOD
(Gretchen Peters) 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 mystery 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 And you chase me like a shadow And 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
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