On a Bus to St. Cloud Trisha Yearwood

On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down
Around like a silent prayer

And once on a street in New York City
With the jazz and the sin in the air
And once on a cold LA freeway
Going nowhere

And it's strange but it's true
I was sure it was you
Just a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud

In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
And I wept in the arms of Jesus
For the choice you made

We were just gettin' to the good part
Just gettin' past the mystery
Oh, and it's just like you
It's just like you to disagree

And it's strange but it's true
You just slipped out of view
Like a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud