That girl was born with a knife in her back
A star, whose light never shone
She'd always been sick, and never been kissed
She was as hard as she was alone
Lo and behold, a knock at the door
A travelin' friend, that she'd never known
He whispered of love, and spoke words of God
He put a song, called Joy, in her heart
Lord, I've longed for a hand to hold my heart
Oh, my soul, never thought it would tear me apart
Under the blue, beneath your eyes,
Lies the scent of whiskey and death
I'll kiss you again, to keep far the end
And draw out the last of your breath
Lord, I've longed for a hand to hold my heart
Oh, my soul, never thought it would tear me apart
Never thought it would tear me apart
