The carriage horses stamp and fume They leave the street in black and white And bring the eventing coming on
Lovers tug their way out of gloves Out of shoes, and gray chiffon The driver pulls his blanket high And pretends to look beyond
Oh, pray for you, pray for me Life is sort but by the grace of God
Girls crowd into bathroom stalls The boys smoke in their cars The general, he's in civilian clothes
He waves at the deaf flower lady "Come sit by me, sweetheart" He draws a napkin battle plan Says, "This is where we start"
Oh, pray for you, pray for me Life is sort but by the grace of God
There are no more hummingbirds They're fat and slow and careless now They've turned blue and mean
And the parrots sound like monkeys
We used to spend the night in town And the water works of Irish Beach
We'd walk down to the Park Hotel Past the Baptist Veteran's Mall Might mean anything at all
Oh, pray for you, pray for me Life is short but by the grace or cruel Heart of God, the night is long