text: 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
  Youve had lots of lovely women
  Now you turn your gaze to me
  Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
  To see if Im 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
  Whos 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 dont seem to cease