(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years
Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here
Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity
Hide on nights like this once a century
Where do shadows fall when there`s only light
Why`d you follow me halfway `round the world tonight
What I`d give right now not to even care
And then this could be someone else`s prayer
And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen`s Green
Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
And when the morning shone through the burned off mist
I could sense you still just as close as this
Just as close as lips brush against a cheek
It`s your voice I hear and it`s your name I speak
But when I look around there`s no one there
How I wish you were someone else`s prayer
And now the twilight comes as a silent guest
And of all its gifts I like stillness best
Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring
It`s a lullaby when that tin roof sings
Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome
Or in Dublin town but I`ve gone back home
I would always be just a stranger there
And now you`re free to be someone else`s prayer