Whiskey and Grace

[Verse] Bottles on the shelf All lined up in a row The neon lights are flickering The jukebox starts to glow A man sits at the bar His eyes lost in haze Looking for redemption in a bottle Counting the days [Verse 2] The jukebox plays a tune Familiar and sweet As the whiskey flows down Numbing his defeat His hands shake as he holds the glass Praying for a change But the memories keep hauntin' Like a never-ending range [Chorus] Whiskey and grace In this honky-tonk place He's searching for forgiveness Trying to find his pace With every sip he takes He's drowning in his past But deep down inside He hopes this one will be his last [Verse] Redemption doesn't come in a bottle, But, at least he's honest. Truth is, most things are as empty. Maybe we're too blind to see? If he doesn't meet you now, May he be haunted by the lack. [Chorus] Whiskey and grace. In this honest, lonely place. He's searching for forgiveness, Trying to find Your face. With every sip he takes, He's punished by his mis-takes. Honesty bout' the lack is prayer to come back. [Chorus] Whiskey and grace. In this lonely place, We're all facing our mis-takes. Honesty bout' the lack is prayer to come back.