Remember How To Pray

My hands were folded, eight years old
Heads were bowed and eyes were closed
Just as I am, soft and low
The invitation hitting close to home
Yeah, and just like it was yesterday
I hear old Pastor Billy say
To get to Heaven, there's just one way
So I walked down the front and I got saved
And I still remembered how to pray

And 'round about 17
He couldn't tell me anything
I hit the road to chase a dream
To say the least, times were lean
Tip jars, empty bars
Backseat sleep in beat up cars
Living fast and running hard
But even in the mix of messes made
I still remembered how to pray

Forgive me, I know I'm not perfect
But Heaven knows I know someone who was
And sometimes when everything is working
I look up and thank Him just because
Sometimes I forget and that's OK
I still remember how to pray

Yeah, there's a lot of faces and places
That my memory can't recall
Some disappear in phases and stages
Some don't disappear at all

Forgive me, I know I'm not perfect
But Heaven knows I know someone who was
And sometimes when everything is working
I look up and thank Him just because
Sometimes I forget and that's OK
Yeah, every now and then I lose my way
But I still remember how to pray

Well, now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
Pray the Lord my soul to take
I still remember how to pray
How to pray