Act of the Apostle

Morning prayers took the girl unawares
 She was late for class and she knew it
 The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing
 She couldn't tell if it was a man or woman
 A patch of sun fell onto her desk
 She put her head on her arms on her neck
 The lesson today was Acts of Apostles
 The crazy hippies, they're running scared
 She shut her eyes and imagined the desert
 No cars, no mobiles, just sun and bread
 What would she look like standing by the well?
 More like a women and less like a girl
 "Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
 I wish that I could sing, I'd stay in a melody
 I would float along in my everlasting song
 What would I do to believe?"
 Later on she plays Morning Has Broken
 She knows she's bad, she is slowing everybody down
 The choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother's sick
 He'll be nice to her
 She thinks that she shouldn't be there at all
 Her worries make everything else seem trivial
 "Oh, if I could make sense of it all!
 I wish that I could sing, I'd stay in a melody
 I would float along in my everlasting song
 What would I do to believe?"