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(Gretchen Peters)
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down
Around like a silent prayer.
And once on a street in New York City
With the jazz and the sin in the air
And once on a cold LA freeway
Going nowhere.
And it's strange but it's true
I was sure it was you
Just a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud.
In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
And I wept in the arms of Jesus
For the choice you made.
We were just gettin' to the good part
Just gettin' past the mystery
Oh, and it's just like you
It's just like you to disagree.
And it's strange but it's true
You just slipped out of view
Like a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud.
And you chase me like a shadow
And you haunt me like a ghost
And I hate you some and I love you some
But I miss you most.
--- Instrumental ---
On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down
Around like a silent prayer...
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