Usually Sunday morning is a continuation of Saturday night|And usually redemption is two Tylenol, coffee, and a Marlboro light|So you know it ain't like me|To be down here on my knees|But I'm down to my last trick|I've been saving up my sleeve||CHORUS|I'm pulling the prayer card, help me get to sleep|Put here back in my arms or kick her out of my dreams|Help her remember how good it felt|Help me forget or send me somebody else|Give me the words that'll turn her around|Or take the taste of her kiss from my mouth|Help me change her mind cuz I'm losing mine|It's the end of the line and I don't know where to start|So I'm pulling the prayer card||If I could write a love song|I'd borrow a guitar and show up at her door|If only I could say I'm sorry|In some desperate way that's never been said before|All of my go-to's|Seem to be no use|But I've been saving up an amen|For when there's nothing left to lose||CHORUS||So you know it ain't like me|To beg you for mercy|But I'm down to my last trick|Hoping you can save me||CHORUS