On a Bus to St. Cloud piano leadsheet with chords

In a church in downtown New ne Orleans,

I got down I on my knees and prayed,

and I wept in the arms of Jesus for the choice lent prayer.

And once on a street in New York City,

with the jazz ting past and the sin in the air,

Oh, and it's just and once on a cold it's L.

A. 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 Saint Cloud.

On a bus to Saint

Cloud, Minnesota, I got down I thought I saw you there

with the snow falling down around you like a si you made.

And We were just getting to the good part,

were just get ting past and the mysterthe y.

Oh, and it's just like you,

on a cold it's just like you way,

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 Saint Cloud.

And you chase me like a shadow,

and you haunt me like a ghost.

And I hate you so,

and I love you so,

but I miss you most.

lent prayer.