I Wish It Were True

There’s a hole in my chest where a man used to be

and I have been sick now for almost two weeks

there’s only an echo where my voice used to be

I’d call the doctor, then he’d speak to me

he’d write me a prescription once every day

for all of the words I wished you would say.

My radio tuned to amazing grace

I sang along like a man with no face

I thought about the time that you fell for me

I couldn’t take my eyes off the passenger seat.

now there’s sticks and there’s stones on your broken bones

I said what I said, you disappeared into a phone.

I pulled on over to the side of the road

where the gods and I had let you go

the light of grace shines for the possessed

you shine like headlights in the dark of my chest

there’s always a light, that sometimes I can see

I only love you, how it wish it were true