A Place for my Soul
The sun is setting red in the west
and traffic is moving fast and slow.
Sitting here, watching, I can rest
but I need a place to put my soul.
The building is old but warm and clean
with people inside who smile to all
and it makes a friendly, sweet scene
But I still look for a place to put my soul.
I go to the house where my head lies down
on a soft pillow far removed from the cold.
While it is a refuge from the busy town
I'm crying for a place to put my soul.
Tomorrow will bring more freedom to chose
how I play on this court with my ball.
Tomorrow I'll laugh or tomorrow I'll lose.
Do you see a place for my soul?
and traffic is moving fast and slow.
Sitting here, watching, I can rest
but I need a place to put my soul.
The building is old but warm and clean
with people inside who smile to all
and it makes a friendly, sweet scene
But I still look for a place to put my soul.
I go to the house where my head lies down
on a soft pillow far removed from the cold.
While it is a refuge from the busy town
I'm crying for a place to put my soul.
Tomorrow will bring more freedom to chose
how I play on this court with my ball.
Tomorrow I'll laugh or tomorrow I'll lose.
Do you see a place for my soul?
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