(Lyle Lovett)

Late nights in musty motel rooms

Stale lives left by someone else

White lies I wish I could tell you

And questions I ask of myself



Why do I do the things that make me sorry

Why do I do the things that make you cry

Will I lose your love to another

Who loves you better than I



The angels smile when you're praying

But the devil laughs when you lie

And some things they go without saying

When tears fill up your eyes



Why do I do the things that make me sorry

Why do I do the things that make you cry

Will I lose your love to another

Who loves you better than I



Some questions beg for an answer

Like a poet begs for a rhyme

Somehow all I can remember

Is holding your hand in mine



Late nights in musty motel rooms

Stale lives left all alone

He's telling you how he wants you

And I'm praying he doesn't know



Why I do the things that make me sorry

Why I do the things that make you cry

If I could lose your love to another

Who loves you better than I



Who loves you better than I