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, our infinite grace
All of the ways to behold you, until the tide will I wait

(Chorus X2) 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 crying 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, wait
CHORUS... CHORUS