If I were to tell you
Of how I came to be
You'd look away and stop and say
You couldn't stay with me

So I'd sit at the table
And look into my glass
And wonder why and wonder how
These things all came to pass

No courage was it that kept me from the grave
I'm letting go of everything that I tried to save
No honest words you'll ever hear come forth through my voice
For wicked men have played their part and have no second choice

I try to bid my heart be still
But my blackened heart has its own freewill

There are kisses for the wounded
And kisses for the weak
Nothing sweet for the wicked man
Who wanders on his feet

If I were to write a song
A song that's just for you
You'd tell me that I had no gift
No talent for a tune

So I'd walk away with hanging head
With a heart so full of pain
As you assure me you and I
Will never meet again

It was not compassion that kept me from the grave
I'm letting go of everything that I tried to save
No words of kindness will you ever hear right from my voice
For wicked men can see no truth and see no second choice

I try to bid my heart have peace
But this heart's pain shall never cease

There are kisses for the wounded
And kisses for the weak
But nothing ever for the wicked
Who wanders on his feet