In the submarines and in tanks,
In the S & Ls and banks,
In the cancer wards, the prisons and the bars,
On the earth and on the moon,
In the closet, in your room,
In the flop houses, the think-tanks and the farms,
To the salesman forever trying to sell,
To the faithful daughter walking to the well.
Oh, pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
In the fields and in the factories,
There's no limits, rules or boundaries,
At work, or school, or driving in your car,
Pray where you are.
In the strip joints, in the church,
On a desperate lost child search,
On the airplanes, and the back roads, and the rails,
On the blacktops and the beach,
Down the sewer and up the creek
In the penthouse, and the pool halls and the jails,
To the criminal with no one left to con,
To the movie star whose day has come and gone.
Oh, pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
In the fields and in the factories,
There's no limits, rules or boundaries,
At work, or school, or driving in your car,
Pray where you are.
To the junky with his back against the wall,
To the lawman as he breaks another law,
In the desert, off the shore,
And in peacetime and in war,
In the pentagon, the court rooms and the malls,
In the tents and in the caves,
At the truck-stops, by the graves,
In our hopes and fears, and struggles great and small,
To the corner prophet that no one seems to hear,
To the president who prays for four more years.
Oh, pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
In the fields and in the factories,
There's no limits, rules or boundaries,
At work, or school, or driving in your car,
Pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
In the fields and in the factories,
There's no limits, rules or boundaries,
At work, or school, or driving in your car,
Pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
Pray where you are,
Pray where you are.
