- with Trisha Yearwood
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She can hear his car as it pulls in the drive
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She can whisper a prayer, thank God he's alive
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She can meet him at the door and catch him when he falls
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She can even believe that it isn't his fault
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But she can't save him
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She can make his coffee in the cold light of day
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She can make his excuses, tell the boss he'll be late
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She can wave at the neighbors, kiss him goodbye
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And not say a word 'bout what happened last night
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But she can't save him
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Sometimes she dreams that he's caught in a stream
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And the water keeps pulling him down
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She reaches for him as he pulls her in
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She wakes just before she drowns
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But she can remember the man that he was
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And still shed a tear for what he's become
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She can live in that house, until the day
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She sees that it's only herself she can save
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'Cause she can 't save him
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And that day she'll know, she hasn't failed
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'Cause nothing can change until he saves himself
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'Cause she can't save him
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No, she can't save him
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No, she can't save him
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She Can't Save Him
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| Reba Mcentire |
