Someone Else's Prayer

(Mary Chapin Carpenter) Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity Hide on nights like this once a century Where do shadows fall when there's only light Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight What I'd give right now not to even care And then this could be someone else's prayer And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams And when the morning shone through the burned off mist I could sense you still just as close as this Just as close as lips brush against a cheek It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak But when I look around there's no one there