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