In the hall I heard your faints falling. Your trial and my corrections made. You had all the prayers of my loose heart. You had all the prayers of once had gone. No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair fled through night's air. No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair fled through night's air. Me I wanted, I wanted the right time. Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line. Me I wanted, I wanted the right time. Me I wanted, I wanted the fire in line.