I have learned a special kind of dark
In life’s monotony and hardening of heart
I could write a novel now with nothing profound
Surrounded by the bottles I alone have emptied out
But You are better than bourbon
Better than whiskey, better than wine
We know that life is hard, so God made the Moon to shine
But there’s not a shot glass on earth that could save me tonight
I have searched the corners, turned the cupboards upside down
Only to find my Maker’s now the One who marked me out
For all that I had thought a myth, Your grace and mercies crown
For all of my anxieties, Your comforts hound me down
I could never hide my shame from the One who made my skin
You know every hair on my head; every shower I have collapsed in
But You are better than bourbon
Better than whiskey, better than wine
And You’re better than life
You are the Father of lights, Father of glory
You can brighten up the thousand shadows in me
But You are better than bourbon
Better than whiskey, better than wine
And You’re better than life
