My Prayer

Sometimes the sound of different towns
Seduce my old desire to roam
Sometimes a home, sometimes someone
Although most often times alone
There are things can’t be undone
Please let this be a prayer
Oh Lord, I have been so wrong so often
Won’t you please let it hold me behind
Let it hold far away behind
Oh Lord, I have been so wrong so often
Won’t you please lt it hold me behind
Let it hold faraway bhind, behind