Lyrics:

(Mary Chapin Carpenter)**lf****lf**Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years**lf**Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here**lf**Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity**lf**Hide on nights like this once a century**lf**Where do shadows fall when there''s only light**lf**Why''d you follow me halfway ''round the world tonight**lf**What I''d give right now not to even care**lf**And then this could be someone else''s prayer**lf****lf**And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen''s Green**lf**Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams**lf**And when the morning shone through the burned off mist**lf**I could sense you still just as close as this**lf**Just as close as lips brush against a cheek**lf**It''s your voice I hear and it''s your name I speak**lf**But when I look around there''s no one there**lf**How I wish you were someone else''s prayer**lf****lf**And now the twilight comes as a silent guest**lf**And of all it''s gifts I like stillness best**lf**Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring**lf**It''s a lullaby when that tin roof sings**lf**Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome**lf**Or in Dublin town but I''ve gone back home**lf**I would always be just a stranger there**lf**And now you''re free to be someone else''s prayer