WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE & HAL KETCHUM
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
© 2013 Owen Temple & Hal Ketchum Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Boxadore Music (BMI)