My Prayer - Glen Campbell

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