I go where the sinners go
Looking for a way to cope
Sit and try
To untangle my mind
No church steeple
No church pews
No, it ainʼt where people talk to you
And I hate to drag you into here tonight
But...
Dear God
Iʼve reached the bottom
Of my faith
And this bottle
Iʼve been trying
To leave you out of this, I swear
But if this bar stool confession
Could find its way to heaven
Just let me know youʼre
Listening up there
Would you answer this
Whiskey Prayer
Who am I to even ask
With my hands on an empty glass
But I canʼt find the words to say
With sober breath
Tonight
Cause I know that Iʼve Been too far gone
For far too long
Lost in these neon lights