There comes a time when you realize that you're empty And your lover's not reacting on the floor The tired bench awaits your resting Down and out and feeling blue Tonight my worst will have to do
Please confide in ramble path
With your hands in ones pockets
Pacing around wishing that this had never happened Driving into you, wearing eyes Lost in the wicked sun Feeling low and kneeling too Tonight, my worst will have to do
Goodbye, sincerely
Failing sun with station tears
Oh how I missed you
Tonight, my worst will have to do
Don't take away the old lantern
The light hides but all the darkness yields Panicking with bells of sunday's wishes All for the love of two Wish me up a home to own I'd rather sleep bad then be sleeping crude Tonight, my worst will have to do.
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Artist: Quartango
Artist: Home Grown