Health is the only thing that makes me pray
But, each time, I think:

“I’m saying a prayer that’s based on air
Chanting some words without the faith that they’re heard above”

If a prayer without faith is shared
Is it even a prayer?

I know that all must die
But I have yet to understand why
So I’m saying a prayer that’s based on air
Trying to make believe that my words are heard above

They tell me you might sink
No matter what I do or I think
But I’m saying a prayer that’s based on air
‘Cause either I pray or don’t do anything for my love

If there’s nothing that I can do
Why does quitting feel wrong?

If there’s nothing to do but wait for you to live or die
I choose to go down swinging for you

But Herbert Hoover
The gallery mover
The three types of mothers who would never accuse her
It’s all swirling around in my yearning
I can’t get my thinking to behave while you’re burning
You need saving
And I’m failing praying

But I’ve gotta know by now that there’s no fooling doubt
I’m saying a prayer that’s based on air
Lifting my arms as though I’m holding your chances up

North Beach lovers
Found their hearts last summer
Then they died

Have you ever heard of something sadder
Than when North Beach lovers
Found their hearts last summer
Then they died?

“But at least they got to find each other”

That’s a lie
Nobody gets to last forever
But no love deserves to die
So, let’s try
Who says that death must be the victor
Each time it battles life?

So:
North Beach lovers
Found their hearts last summer
They’re alive
There was nothing that could break their union

See:
The North Beach lovers
Found their hearts last summer
They’re alive

Death can’t tell me what to write
I’m not losing

Herbert Hoover
The gallery mover
The three types of mothers who would never accuse her
Maybe I can’t control what I’m thinking
But this song’s proof that that can’t keep me from singing
Hear me, hear me
I am my own weapon
You can’t defeat me with a hell or a heaven
It’s beginning to look like I’m winning

See, I’ll figure it out
I’ll figure it
I’ll figure out
How to live with it

Take a look at my legs
They’re quaking from the weight of taking a vow

Take a look at me, folks
I’m bending at the waist
I’m taking a bow

What if a power on high is in need of help from me down below
But it’s saying a prayer that’s based on air
Chanting some words without the faith that they’re heard at all:

“All you faithless, I am here
I read you loud and clear
But I have no cure and have no answer
I will end one day the same as every single one of you
And I do not know what will come after
Help me stay alive”