(Mary Chapin Carpenter)      Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years   Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here   Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity   Hide on nights like this once a century   Where do shadows fall when there's only light   Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight   What I'd give right now not to even care   And then this could be someone else's prayer      And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green   Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams   And when the morning shone through the burned off mist   I could sense you still just as close as this   Just as close as lips brush against a cheek   It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak   But when I look around there's no one there   How I wish you were someone else's prayer      And now the twilight comes as a silent guest   And of all its gifts I like stillness best   Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring   It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings   Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome   Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home   I would always be just a stranger there   And now you're free to be someone else's prayer