Sitting and shaking, waiting and wishing
As the bottle runs dry
Hoping that my wife returns, before the fall of night
Woman took my last cigarette, When she said goodbye
For the last time
If Hell's got a hold on me
What's the point in life
If Salvation is truly free
Then how come I don't want to die
Tracked her over thousands of miles, til she stopped in Santa Fe
For a woman that's never left the county
I figured she may have lost her way
Turns out I'm not her only lover, and leaving me has set her free
But I won't let her have another, man that's not me
If Hell's got a hold on me
What's the point in life
If Salvation is truly free
Then how come I don't want to die
I watched his his hand, brush her cheek, as her f ace began to blush
My eyes became, pools of tears, as their lips touched
Their sloppy embrace led them into the home, as my rage grew
She said we'd never see her again, but if only she knew
Hell's got a hold on me
So what's the point of breath
If salvation is truly free
Then she don't deserve this death