Come to Brazil

I think she considers me an acquired taste with a short shelf life,
like an aging prodigy desperate for a discovery.
So I’m looking through my old notebooks trying to find a feeling
I recall to be appealing early in my life.
When they told me about salvation I told them they were wrong,
but as I stand here shaking, oh I pray I’m not alone.
I know what I’m about to say makes me sound like such a jerk,
and I knew what she was thinking so I walked out of the door.
Now I’m thumbing through my contact list, trying to find a friend to call.
I dial Matt Agrella and it goes straight to voice mail.
So I drove down to the Naples Pier and I walked out to the end,
took a picture I’ve taken a thousand times and drove back home again.
When they told me about salvation I told them they were wrong,
but as I stand here shaking, oh I pray I’m not alone. Yes I pray I’m not alone.
She asked me once again if I’m losing my interest,
I think perhaps that question is for you my dear.
Cuz I love you more than I ever have and I don’t want to believe
that one of us is drifting and this time it isn’t me.
When they told me about salvation I told them they were wrong,
but as I stand here shaking, oh I pray I’m not alone.
They told me about salvation, and I still think they were wrong,
but as I stand here shaking, oh I pray I’m not alone.
Yes I pray I’m not alone,
Yes I pray I’m not alone,
Yes I pray I’m not alone.