When the orphans no longer
Tell me, where will she go?
When the music's all over
And the dancing has stopped
When she sits in her bedroom
Silently watching her dreams
in the depths of her soul
Yes, it's Houston to Mobile,
But I say, pick up your Bible,
and pack all your clothes
And let me count the new scars in your head
bound to be one of those nights
She cries as she sits back
into her private aluminum cell, while
While Jesus sat quietly, his head is here,
man in the very back of the row
I've put more on her back
And in a flash of white satin
she was out the back door
While hundreds came forward
Lord, tonight only one soul was saved
Just some renegade drifter
With answers to hell only knows
Someone to lie between her
And fill in the time between shows
For the orphans no longer
Fortune is fleeting and fame is a bore
So tell me now, where will she go?
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