Words & Music by Marsh Hall & Steve Siler
Spent his whole life preaching in the same small town
Most everyone he knew has moved on now
But this is his home and he don't want to go
So he's holding on at the midnight of hope
There's a tattered bible in his wishful hands
and he hears the echoes of Sunday's past
But the pews are empty and the wood is cold
and he's fast approaching the midnight of hope
He needs someone to need him
to ask him for a prayer
'cause he's not himself without a chance to care
Spent her childhood running from this town to that
Guilt is the only friend she's ever had
She stares at the bottle, she's at the end of her rope
It's now or never at the midnight of hope
She follows her footseps
to the door of the church
'cause someone told her once that there's a God
Emerging from the shadows
an old man dries her tears
and saves her with a simple act of love
Spent his whole life standing on the words of faith
Spent her whole life doubting and running away
They're right for each other for God surely knows
There's a dawn of mercy past the midnight of hope
There's a dawn of mercy past the midnight of hope
© 1999 Broken Road (Administered by Addison Music Company) / Lehsem Music