Churches and Cantinas

She said a prayer to the virgin, crossed herself and sighed

Blew out a single candle, she held her loneliness inside

One early April morning, so tired of being alone

While walking through the market, she saw a man who worked in stone

Churches and cantinas

He was chiseled from the finest flesh she had ever seen

She longed to lay down in his arms with no prayer in between

At the church upon the scaffolds, he carves the hours away

She walks by and looks to heaven a dozen times a day

He builds churches and cantinas

He builds churches and cantinas

He pretends he doesn't see her, he guesses for her it's just a game

But he'd give this whole cathedral just to hear her speak his name

Later on at the cantina in a crowd but all alone

While she's praying to the virgin, he's just praying for a home

He builds churches and cantinas

He builds churches and cantinas

Gather your granite, sharpen your tools

You may know your craft, but God knows the rules

He builds churches and cantinas not so far apart

Both offer some redemption and soothe a lonely heart

Churches and cantinas

Churches and cantinas