What jesus can't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might.

I must have said the lord's prayer 65 times.

And thought of your face

And our infinite grace

All of the ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait.



What crying won't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might

I must have doubted your faith 65 times.

And thought of your face

And your infinite grace

All of the ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait.



Even an ugly man

Could kiss your lips

As if they were his to demand of

Or his to destroy like a lover of a demon



What loving won't fix tonight

The whiskey certainly might

I must have whispered your name 65 times.

My lips on your face

In our infinite grace

All of these ways to behold you

Until the tide will I wait




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