Like a thistle on a tree   Like the sparkle on the sea    You are made for glory   And it's no wonder why you're here   For all to see      But like a thorn upon my flesh,    Your beauty haunts me   I can't find relief   And it's no wonder why you're here   To torture me      Sometimes a man must find relief   In what he can't touch    What he can't see   Maybe he knows that it won't do   But it will do for tonight      And now that you are out of sight   I can only pray that you get out of my mind   But those prayers don't often work for me   You're all I see      Sometimes a man must find relief   In what he can't taste    What he can't see   Maybe he knows that it won't do   But it will do for tonight      Oh for tonight   For tonight      Like a thorn upon my flesh    Like a thorn upon my flesh    Like a thorn upon my flesh       Sometimes a man must find relief   Whatever ways that he can   Maybe he knows that it won't do   But it will do for tonight      Sometimes a man must take the fall   Few other ways will lead him   Just when he's ready to lose it all   Someone comes along      Like a thistle on a tree   Like a sparkle on the sea