Seeing and Believing

I was born in Nashville

with a song in my head.

And it took me twenty years

to get a guitar in my hand.

And now that I do,

I just want to sing it for you

like it's never been said to you.

There is nothing else that I know how to do.

I can't stop singing about

all the things I've seen and heard

with my head against her heart.

I couldn't make it work.

So now, I walk the streets at night

to lay beneath her bedroom light.

Hold my breath as she walks by

she asked me to live for her,

but all I offered was to die.

So I pray for an angel on its way

to comb her hair as she washes her face.

I pray for an angel on its way

to tuck her in and keep her safe.

The older you get the more you cry

the more you understand those old folk rhymes

it's got me every evening, just hoping to die.

and so every morning I'll thank God I'm alive.

So, I'll pray for a song on its way

to cure your ills and heal the lame

So, I'll pray for a song on its way

to take shape and replace our shame.