Letter to no one

Yesterday we nailed our show
And this morning I wander a city
I still don't know much about
It's warmer than back home
But the wind blows colder
 
We share our mothers' language
But I don't get everything they say
How can I explain that?
Even in my country
Neighbors can be strangers too
 
Would they care to get to know me?
Eyes never meet in these streets
There must me something I'm ignoring
What's the hurry for…?
 
I'm sowing my prayers in the air but I haven't heard back from you lately
Although around there're lots of reasons to keep believing
I haven't crossed God's path for years
Give me the strength to keep searching
Without knowing what to look for
Ignoring what I'm here for
 
Pigeon's feces all over the ground
Scraping it off from under my shoes
Cuz here the light's never bright
How can they make a living
Selling "I love Paris" shirts?
 
The nights are pretty wild
But when your candles are always lit
Thoughts aren't so clear
Yeah, I do love hanging out
But in the velvet morning
I'm just alone and lost
And I've been feeling weird for a while
 
And there's always "the bad"
Hanging over my head just waiting to knock me out
Give me the strength to not lose sight of what's really right for me…
I dedicate my prayers to the Sacré Coeur but I haven't heard back from her lately
Still everywhere there're lots of reasons to keep believing