O.C. Smith - Main Street Mission by O.C. Smith [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It’s open each day of the week to people in my condition
Just a meal and a place to sleep in the shelter of Main Street Mission
Once I had a true love and well a good home and a social position
But then for no reason you left and you drove me to main street mission
I spent all I own trying hard to forget, and drowning my memories with wine
And now I have nothing but pain and regret I can’t get you ot of my mind whoa
It’s time for the sermon to start and above the grumbles I’m missing
I guess there’s no saving my heart cause you’re still with me at main street mission
Listen why don’t cha help me cause you’re still with me please help me I needed yhour love at main street mission
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