Word gets around at church, so I find out who could use a little hand.

If I ask the wrong person, word might get back to the one we're looking for.

Not one word of what I'd said had got through to him.

You know what'd happen if word got on the street?

Also, when the word got to me, I looked into the situation a bit.

I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't let the words get through.

I thought the words had got some power over me.

The word of what we were to each other never got around much.

I could hear her, but the words weren't getting through.

I knew that people talk to one another and the word would get around.