NOW'S THERE'S TEARS ON THE PILLOW, WHERE WE SLEPT

 There is a blood red circle on the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open, I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone

My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner like scattered leaves
The boarded-up windows, the empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees

My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow, darling, where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?

My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands
With these hands
With these hands
With these hands
I pray Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
Yeah, I pray for the faith, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
We pray for your love, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for Your love, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
We pray for the faith, Lord
With these hands (Alright), with these hands
We pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands (Come on), with these hands (Come on)

Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!

Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow, darling, where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?

Bruce Springsteen