Prayers Of The Saints
Dave Barnes · Brother Bring the Sun
MamaÂ’s alone where the sirens call
TheyÂ’re filling up her mind like they fill the hall
Mama canÂ’t fight what she donÂ’t know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men canÂ’t
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Something bout the way they move
Makes them do the things they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you
PapaÂ’s alone while the sun sets red
He stands there fine, baby lays in bed
Papa blames this on what he donÂ’t know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men canÂ’t
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Something bout the way they move
Makes them do the things they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you
TheyÂ’re filling up her mind like they fill the hall
Mama canÂ’t fight what she donÂ’t know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men canÂ’t
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Something bout the way they move
Makes them do the things they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you
PapaÂ’s alone while the sun sets red
He stands there fine, baby lays in bed
Papa blames this on what he donÂ’t know
Baby looks fine while the cancer grows
Talking bout the prayers of the saints
They can do what most men canÂ’t
God bends his ears just to hear what they say
Something bout the way they move
Makes them do the things they do
Somewhere a saint is praying for you