I was born in Nashville With a song in my head And it took me 20 years To get a guitar in my hands And now that I do I just want to sing it for you Like it's never been said to you Or there is nothing else that I know how to do 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 the streets at night To say beneath her bedroom light Hold my breath as she walks by She asks me to live for her But I'll often wish to die So I pray for an angel on it's way To comb her hair as she washes her face Oh I pray for an angle on it's way To tuck her in and keep her sane The older you get the more you cry The more you understand those awful crimes It's got me every evening just hoping to die so Every morning I thank God that I'm alive So I pray For a song it's way To cure your ills and heal the lame So I pray For a song on it's way To take shape and replace our shame