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

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

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 loving 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

'Cause 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

And even an ugly man
Could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon

And even an ugly man
Could kiss your lips
As if they were his to demand of
Or his to destroy like the lover of a demon

'Cause even an ugly man
Could kiss your lips
As if they were his
As if they were his