Garth Brooks

Theres a ship out on the ocean,
At the mercy of the sea.
Its been tossed about,
Lost and broken,
Wandring aimlessly.
And God somehow you know,
That ship is me.
Cause theres a lighthouse,
In a harbor,
Shining faithfully.
Pouring its light out,
Across the water.
For this sinking soul to see,
That someone out there still believes in me.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
Im reaching out,
Till we reach the circles end.
When you come back to me again.
Theres a moment,
That we all come to.
In our own time and in our own space.
For all that weve done,