Marc Cohn - Medicine Man

Lately he can feel it
Turning off inside his heart
She's calling him from the car phone
And she's falling apart
Now he could call in her prescription
And they will take it down off the shelf
But he knows that he can't save her from herself no more
No more

And you can ride home in the country doctor
And you might do the best that you can But who is gonna help the medicine man
Who is gonna save him?

Now he always was a healer
There was something in his eyes
And his hand upon your head
When fever started to rise
And there's someone he lost long ago
Now there's flowers on her grave
And they say that it's still her