The Same Situation

Again and again the same situation
 For so many years
 Tethered to a ringing telephone
 In a room full ot mirrors
 A pretty girl in your bathroom
 Checking out her sex appeal
 I asked myself when you said you loved me
 Do you think this can be real?
 Still I sent up my prayer
 Wondering where it had to go
 With heaven full of astronauts
 And the Lord on death row
 While the millions of his lost and lonely ones
 Call out and clamour to be found
 Caught in their struggle for higher positions
 And their search for love that sticks around
 You've had lots of lovely women
 Now you turn your gaze to me
 Weighing the beauty and the imperfection
 To see if I'm worthy
 Like the church
 Like a cop
 Like a mother
 You want me to be truthful
 Sometimes you turn it on me like a weapon though
 And I need your approval
 Still I sent up my prayer
 Wondering who was there to hear
 I said Send me somebody
 Who's strong and somewhat sincere
 With the millions of the lost and lonely ones
 I called out to be released
 Caught in my struggle for higher achievements
 And my search for love
 That don't seem to cease