Stephen is still waiting for the priest to make his call
So has another coffee and paces down the hall
His father who is dying in a state of mortal sin
Prays for absolution so God will let him in.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
Young Samantha pushes hard, she's only seventeen
And shouts out loud for a God that she's never seen
She's always been a good girl and never done much wrong
Until she took her knickers off and should have kept them on.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
Stephen's on his own now, his father in the morgue
He has another coffee and wonders how to mourn
Young Samantha's given birth and lies back having done
She doesn't really want to know her trials have just begun
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
And still the world is turning like a great revolving door
Some people just arriving while others are no more
Most don't want to go but find they cannot stay
And others after just a while wished they'd kept away.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
So has another coffee and paces down the hall
His father who is dying in a state of mortal sin
Prays for absolution so God will let him in.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
Young Samantha pushes hard, she's only seventeen
And shouts out loud for a God that she's never seen
She's always been a good girl and never done much wrong
Until she took her knickers off and should have kept them on.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
Stephen's on his own now, his father in the morgue
He has another coffee and wonders how to mourn
Young Samantha's given birth and lies back having done
She doesn't really want to know her trials have just begun
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
And still the world is turning like a great revolving door
Some people just arriving while others are no more
Most don't want to go but find they cannot stay
And others after just a while wished they'd kept away.
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Calling us His own?
Are we alone?
Or is there someone out there
Who want to bring us home?
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