I sing a song to my love and pray she hears it
Somehow carried on this dry Texas wind
Her taste has left my chapped lips
Sand has washed her smell from me

I sing a song to my love and pray she hears it
Though I pray no god hears it
My begs redemption, atonement
Yet I shall see neither

I sing a song to my love and pray she forgets
In my haste, my youthful folly
I’ve done her wrong, messed it all up
No song can erase, no salvation found

I sing.

I sing a song to my love.

I pray.

She may pray.

Pray only that I die.