All you kids get out the back door I've never seen her this bad before She took all her favorite things down from the window And broke 'em all over her clean floor It's Saturday at the mansion The oldest boy walks with a slouch The young ones are wild in back of the house And she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch Something as simple as boys and girls Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Can wait a long time for an answer When I was little I'd stare at her picture And talk to the mother of God I swear sometimes I'd see her lips move Like she was trying to say something to me When I was eighteen I moved to Florida, Like everyone sick of the cold does, And I waited on old people waiting to die I waited on them until I was Something as simple as boys and girls Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Can wait a long time for an answer So I'm wearing my footsteps into this floor One day I won't live here anymore Someone will wonder who lived here before And went on their way I live too many miles from the ocean And I'm getting older and odd I get up every morning with a black cup of coffee And I talk to the mother of God Something as simple as boys and girls Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world Something as hard as a prayer on your back Can wait a long time for an answer... Can wait a long time for an answer Maybe ... it's alright. Maybe we won't fight anymore. Maybe love is waiting at the end of every room. I don't know. I don't know. But maybe ... maybe it's al..........right. (or maybe is al..........right).