The winter trees stand naked. It's almost dark
One man walks slowly, alone in the park
His mind is full of visions only he can see
And Lord, Lord, Lord, he sure looks a lot like me

One Believer
That's all he's praying for
One Believer
To open just one door

He goes down by the lake. It's solid ice
Pigeons gather round, he throws them some rice
He's got a picture running technicolor through his mind
He sees his name in lights and damned if it ain't the same as mine

He goes back to his room. He writes a bit
He's sure as always, this one will be a hit
He switches of the lamp so his loneliness won't show
And that prayer inside his head, that's one I know

One Believer
That's all he's praying for
One Believer
To open just one door