Текст песни Trisha Yearwood - On A Bus To St. Cloud
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On a bus to St. Cloud, MinnesotaI thought I saw you thereWith the snow falling down around youLike a silent prayerAnd once on a street in New York CityWith the jazz and the sin in the airAnd once on a cold L.A. freewayGoing nowhereAnd it`s strange, but it`s trueI was sure it was youJust a face in the crowdOn a bus to St. CloudIn a church in downtown New OrleansI got down on my knees and prayedAnd I wept in the arms of JesusFor the choice you madeWe were just gettin` to the good partJust gettin` past the mysteryOh, and it`s just like you, it`s just like youTo disagreeAnd it`s strange but it`s trueYou just slipped out of viewLike a face in the crowdOn a bus to St. CloudAnd you chase me like a shadowAnd you haunt me like a ghostAnd I hate you some, and I love you someBut I miss you most...On a bus to St. Cloud, MinnesotaI thought I saw you thereWith the snow falling down around youLike a silent prayer