It's Late It's late And I sure do hate to bother you But I know you're the only one Who knows what I've been going through It's her Keeping me up all night again And Lord, I just had to call on you To ask a favor of a friend Any old miracle That you could send me down Don't go to too much trouble, Lord Whatever you might have around Cause I'm never getting over Without some help from you I'm gonna need a miracle Any old miracle will do Oh Lord, I know so many others standing near You've got troubles to attend to And you've got hungry mouths to feed But listen to me, Lord I don't mean to take too much of your time Please find me one small miracle To heal this heart of mine Any old miracle That you could send me down Don't go to too much trouble, Lord Whatever you might have around Cause I'm never getting over Without some help from you I'm gonna need a miracle Any old miracle will do I'm gonna need a miracle Any old miracle will do I'm gonna need a miracle Any old miracle will do