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