Lyrics:
The Prayer Trumpet

pray to the Gods of the festival And there we were in the depths of the wild below Her face so close I could taste the distant shores She whispered, wait for the trumpet

to trim 'em And use religion as an emblem When it should be a natural way of life Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain't right That's who got

know it's true? The downtown lights Neons, every cigarettes, the rented rose and rented cars The crowded streets, the empty bars Chimney tops, the trumpets, the golden lights, the loving prayers

The radiance of time In the beginningest dream Halls of disorder Where we are swept to encircle dawn Strapped in a low car Racing thru silence Trumpeting

never meant to be [ dobro - trumpet ] But still my heart cries out for you and you alone my darling And fate will never ever let me go All my pleas and prayers

weeping meadows Can you see me, can you hear me? Can you leave me here in silence? Drums and flags and trumpets playing Armies in the night are praying

sing out, join in and pray. Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray! Well, I can sing

the edge with head held high Do you do down gently without a fight Do you take it on the chin and beg for more When the sword is raised and the trumpet

ground and Say a heartfelt prayer for your safe arrival I'd like to think that the actors never banded I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go