Pray Where You Are

In the submarines and tanks

In the S and Ls and banks

In the cancer wards, the prisons and the bars

On the earth and on the moon

In the closet, in your room

In the flop houses, the think tanks and the farms

To the salesman forever trying to sell

To the faithful daughter walking to the well

Oh, pray where you are

Pray where you are

In the fields and in the factories

There's no limits, rules or boundaries

At work or school or driving in your car

Pray where you are

In the strip joints, in the church

On a desperate lost child search

On the airplanes and the backroads and the rails

On the blacktops, on the beach

Down a sewer and up a creek

In the penthouses, the gulags and the jails

To the criminal with no one left to con

To the movie star whose day has come and gone

To the junky with his back against the wall

To the lawman as he breaks another law

In the desert, off the shore

In peacetime and in war

In the pentagon, the court rooms and the malls

In the tents and in the caves

At the truckstops, by the graves

In our hopes and fears and struggles great and small

To the corner bum that no one seems to hear

To the president who prays for four more years

Pray where you are