11:30 in my hometown.
Couldn’t see her gorgeous face.
My knees just went to shakin’.
because her last breath she had taken...
then I prayed.

I still hear that lady talkin’.
She drags me out a sunken place.
That stairway fades into my mood
with a front page from county news...
and I pray.

It’s where I go when I’m dreamin’.
She’s the one who I give thanks.
When I’m high and low in hope...
with her grandson or alone,
I pray.

I’ve been losing my religion.
I’ve been in and out of faith.
What it is and what it isn’t,
well, it’s not for me to say.
You stand in different churches
and you call it different names,
but to my momma...
I pray.