Capo 5 INTRO VERSE 1 There’s no way to temper your thirst With lasting impressions or pictures of home There’s no way to grow that don’t hurt She growled from the station then hung up the phone CHORUS There’s no sacred vision like her No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear There’s no granted wish I prefer Then she to be with me for us to be there VERSE 2 I’d rather to be all alone Forgiveness is fickle when trust is a chore It’s not every sin that’s atoned I heard her speak softly then heard her no more CHORUS There’s no sacred vision like her No eye-crushing mountain or jewelry to wear There’s no granted wish I prefer Then she to be with me for us to be there