Lord, I'm discouraged   the circles have sucked in her eyes   Lord, I'm discouraged   her new friends have shadowed her life   Lord, I'm discouraged   she ain't come out dancin' for some time    I try to light candles    but they burn down to nothin'    and she keeps comin' up with   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   There's a house on the southside   she stays in for days at a time      I know I'm no angel   but I ain't been bad that way   Can't you hear her?   She's that sweet missing songbird    when the choir sings on Sunday   And I'm almost busted   but I bought back the jewelry she sold   And I come to your altar   But then there's just nothin'   and she keeps insiting    the sutures and bruises are none of my business   she says that she's sick   but she won't get specific   the sutures and bruises are none of my business   This guy from the north side   comes down to visit   His visits they only take five or six minutes      Lord, I'm sorry to question your wisdom   but my faith has been waverin'   Won't you show me asign   let me know that you're listenin'   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   Excuses and half truths and fortified wine   I know it's unlikely she'll ever be mine   so I mostly just pray she don't die