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I'll Remember You, Love, in My Prayers

Sometimes I Wonder What I'm Doing Here

03:51
05/02/2003
© 2003 Eric Rapp. All rights reserved.

Story

Echoes of the Toledo/Detroit commute from a small-town Ohio native who often wondered what he was doing in the big city.

Lyrics

Last night my words went above you

They drifted into the night sky

I discreetly was saying I love you

But now I don't know why I try

 

Sometimes when I wake in the morning

I can't figure how to begin

And I take this as some kind of warning

To go back and lie down again

 

You are the earth, you are the rain

You are the way I get joy out of pain

I know no one cares to hear me complain

but sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here

 

It sure does get dark on the highway

I can't see the road from the frost

and all of these people in my way

are looking for exits they've lost

 

And beds under interstate bridges

show up from the passing headlights

And it seems just that way for the lonely

to appear and then fade out of sight

 

You are the earth, you are the rain

You are the way I get joy out of pain

I'm sure no one cares to hear me complain

but sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here

 

I'll sit at a desk full of papers

and wait for day's end to come 'round

When I get to the Ohio border

I'll pull off the road and kiss the ground

 

You are the earth, you are the rain

You are the way I get joy out of pain

I know no one cares to hear me complain

but sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here