well it s dawn on the mountain twilight on the town fireflies trim their wicks the moon is low and round im a monk without a temple im the only home i ve found but im there in spirit in the fury and the sound oh im there we were singing hallelujah with our faces in the dust sometimes so pretty that the tear drops heal the rust i was turning over stone looking for someone to trust you were there in spirit you were much more than enough you were there theres a quiet little church under every city bridge but those with nothing carry nothing out onto the ledge oh how much tender mercy are you prepared to give are you there in spirit where the poor in spirit live are you there there s nothing you stand to lose there s nothing you get to keep you waltz upon the bones of all that nature s laid to sleep oh i hear a shepherd panics if he loses just one sheep either there in spirit you drown three inches deep are you there  its so hard to work the garden with your fingers keeping scores be the driftwood of a love thats holding to shore cause the night train carries you though you sleep through the storm are you there in spirit in the stillness and the swarm are you there are you there are you there are you there are you there are you there