Again and again the same situation

For so many years

Tethered to a ringing telephone
In a room full ot mirrors
A pretty girl in your bathroom

Checking out her sex appeal

I asked myself when you said you loved me
Do you think this can be real

Still i sent up my prayer

Wondering where it had to go

With heaven full of astronauts
And the lord on death row

While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
Call out and clamour to be found

Caught in their struggle for higher positions

And their search for love that sticks around

You've had lots of lovely women
Now you turn your gaze to me
Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
To see if i'm worthy

Like the church
Like a cop
Like a mother
You want me to be truthful
Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
And i need your approval

Still i sent up my prayer
Wondering who was there to hear

I said send me somebody

Who's strong and somewhat sincere

With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
I called out to be released

Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
And my search for love
That don't seem to cease