Lyrics
[verse]
Margaret Doyle sweeps the chapel floor,
Waiting for a face that comes no more.
She keeps the candles burning bright,
For a wedding lost to time and night.
[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.
[verse]
Father Callahan writes his sermons late,
Nobody's listening, nobody waits.
He darns his socks alone at night,
Wonders if his words are right.
[bridge]
Margaret Doyle died one autumn day,
Father Callahan had nothing left to say.
Buried with her name, but not her name alone,
Just another quiet soul come home.
[chorus]
Every quiet soul is waiting for a name,
Every quiet soul feels the world the same,
Every quiet soul is standing by a door,
Every quiet soul that nobody keeps score.