Lord, I'm discouraged

the circles have sucked in her eyes

Lord, I'm discouraged

her new friends have shadowed her life

Lord, I'm discouraged

she ain't come out dancin' for some time

I try to light candles 

but they burn down to nothin'

and she keeps comin' up with

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

There's a house on the southside

she stays in for days at a time



I know I'm no angel

but I ain't been bad that way

Can't you hear her?

She's that sweet missing songbird 

when the choir sings on Sunday

And I'm almost busted

but I bought back the jewelry she sold

And I come to your altar

But then there's just nothin'

and she keeps insiting 

the sutures and bruises are none of my business

she says that she's sick

but she won't get specific

the sutures and bruises are none of my business

This guy from the north side

comes down to visit

His visits they only take five or six minutes



Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom

but my faith has been waverin'

Won't you show me asign

let me know that you're listenin'

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

Excuses and half truths and fortified wine

I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine

so I mostly just pray she don't die