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. And you chase me like a shadow And you haunt me like a ghost And I hate you some and I love you some But I miss you most. On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota I thought I saw you there With the snow falling down Around like a silent prayer...