| Again and again the same situation |
| For so many years |
| Tethered to a ringing telephone |
| In a room full of 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 |