These days oh it's tough to get by when you make your own way
Follow your heart son is what they always say
But see my heart now is broken, my dreams have fallen apart
My pride more cracked than the sidewalk and now I'm back at the start
I got a friend named
He lives on Avenue A
He goes to meetings
Just to get through the day
Singing "I'm at the end of my rope Grant to me grace and sing to me hope"
I'm wondering is this all that I get, everything I worked for
The few that I called my dear friends have finally walked out the door
And if they call this the bottom I think I'm underneath that
I'm staring up at a ceiling, I'm lying flat on my back
I got a friend named He lives on Avenue A
He sees me drowning
And he knows just what to say
For him one day at a time
And from the stories he tells
He's looking for heaven
He has spent too much time in hell
I said, "John would you help me please
Help me get back on my feet"
He said, "You gotta lay down your guns
If you want to find peace"
And I was down on my knees
Begging for a single drop of relief
And when it came I let it stay on my tongue
I needed something to drink
Singing "I'm at the end of my rope
Grant to me grace and sing to me hope"
Oh when it's too dark to see
I wait for the morn'
Or does it wait for me?
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