i was born in nashville with a song in my head and it took me 20 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 oh there is nothing else that i know how to do well 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 her streets at night to lay beneath her bedroom light hold my breath as she walks by she asks 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 oh i pray for an angel on its way to tuck her in and keep her sane oh 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 so every morning i ll thank god that i m alive so i pray for a song its way to cure your ills and heal the lame so i pray for a song on its way to take shape and replace our shame
['indie rock']