Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 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

 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

 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

 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