Bruce Springsteen Follow

I got seven pictures of Buddha

The prophet's on my tongue

Eleven angels of mercy

Sighin' over that black hole in the sun

My heart's dark but it's risin'

I'm pullin' all the faith I can see

From that black hole on the horizon

I hear your voice calling me

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Tell me how do we get this thing started

Meet me at Mary's place

Familiar faces around me

Laughter fills the air

Your loving grace surrounds me

Everybody's here

Furniture's out on the front porch

Music's up loud

I dream of you in my arms

I lose myself in the crowd

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Tell me how do you live broken-hearted

Meet me at Mary's place

I got a picture of you in my locket

I keep it close to my heart

A light shining in my breast

Leading me through the dark

Seven days, seven candles

In my window light your way

Your favorite record's on the turntable

I drop the needle and pray

Band's countin' out midnight

Floor's rumblin' loud

Singer's callin' up daylight

And waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Waitin' for that shout from the crowd

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party

Tell me how do we get this thing started

Meet me at Mary's place

Meet me at Mary's place