Tonight, there must be millions of souls in miseryAnd Lord, if you were second, would you check on one for me?And should you find her sleeping, let her sleep until the dayBut God, if she's crying, would you wipe her tears away?And Lord, I know you're busyAnd Lord, I know you're busyAnd I hate to bother youBut tell her I still love herAnd that's the best that I can doI know she's disappointedAnd thinks that I don't careBut Lord, try to tell herIf I could, I would be thereAnd God, you know a womanHas feelings on her ownThat only come to surfaceWhen she's sleeping all aloneI know, Lord, your nights are busyCause that's when we all call on youBut let her know I love herThat's the least that I can doPlease tell her I still love herAnd that's the best that I can do