It's sitting there on the corner,
Where the main street bends,
It's 6pm daily,
When the usual crowd walks in
They're stumbling and lonely,
The same as way back when,
Their parents did the same thing,
Time and time again,
Suppose this is the silence,
We were promised when we began,
The bottom of the bottle,
Where the dark of night begins
The bottom of the bottle,
Where the dark of night begins
I can't say we're different,
Drinking after gospel ends,
Families left broken,
Assembly lines suspend
Lost there on the sidewalk,
As streetlight crowns kings,
Thrones never meant to be taken,
in the shadow of His wings
Suppose this is the silence,
We were promised when we began,
The bottom of the bottle,
Where the dark of night begins
The bottom of the bottle,
Where the dark of night begins
A star burning distant,
Setting in the west,
Staring into the fire,
To forget the days ahead