Ethel Prays for Cab Drivers

The nights are long
The streets are cold
I'm here behind the wheel

Some times need
a hand to hold
and I can almost feel

Prayin' for me
Alone in her room
Prayin' for me
In a tenderloin tomb
Prayin' for me
Ethel is there,
kneeling in prayer
Prayin' for me, prayin for me

I have no faith
I have no god
and the wounds are slow to heal

She got heart disease
and vericose veins
but I know Ethel's real

Prayin' for me
Alone in her room
Prayin' for me
In a tenderloin tomb
Prayin' for me
when Death is my rider, she's alongside,
prayin'for me, prayin'for me

If she's saved
one driver's life
I may never know

But every night
as I leave the yard
I thank her even so