Lord I'm Discouraged
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 dancing for some time

And I'm trying to light candles

But they burn down to nothing
And she keeps coming 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 south side

Where she stays in for days at a time

I know I'm no angel

I ain't been bad that way
Can't you hear her?
She's that sweet missing songbird

When the choir sings on Sundays
And I'm almost busted
But I bought back the jewellery she sold


And I come to your altar
And then there's just nothing

And she keeps insisting
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 visits
His visits, they only take five or six minutes


Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom
But my faith has been wavering
Won't you show me a sign,

And let me know that you're listening?

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