The Same Situation

Again and again the same situation

For so many years

Tethered to a ringing telephone

In a room full ot 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