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  1. the carriage horses stamp and fume
    until all color's gone,
    they leave the street in black and white
    and bring the eventing coming on.
    lovers tug heir way out of gloves
    out of shoes, and gray chiffon,
    the driver pulls his blanket igh
    and pretends to look beyond.

    oh, pray for you, pray for me.
    sing it like a song -
    life is sort but, by the grace of god,
    this night is long

    girls crowd into bathroom stalls
    the boys smoke in their cars,
    the general, he's in civilian clothes
    standing at the bar.
    he waves at the deaf flower lady
    "come sit by me, sweetheart,"
    he draws a napkin battle plan
    says, "this is where we start"

    oh, pray for you, pray for me.
    sing it like a song -
    life is sort but, by the grace of god,
    this night is long

    there are no more hummingbirds
    like there used to be
    they're fat and slow and careless now
    they've turned blue and mean.
    and the parrots sound like monkets
    screamin from the treets,
    as the decent people
    fumble for their keys...

    we used to spend the night in town
    down by city hall,
    and the water works of irish beach
    just below the falls.
    we'd walk down to the park hotel
    past the bapist veteran's mall
    back then, a man in uniform
    might mean anything at all

    oh, pray for you, pray for me
    sing it like a song -
    life is short but, by the grace or cruel
    heart of god,
    the night is long
    merc