from your knees

he tore down the work of seventeen years brick by brick and stone by stone

no hammer was swinging cause cheating and drinking don't need no help wrecking a home

but when he came back to the dust and the rubble of what he had once called his life

he dropped to his knees in sheer disbelief at the total destruction inside

there were empty closets and empty drawers and a tear stained note on the kitchen floor

and burning memories in the fireplace

he'd waited too late to say he was wrong

his house was still standing but his home was gone

brother

you would not believe what you can see from your knees

but right then and there in an old sinner's prayer he told things he kept in the dark

there was no use in lying cause the one who was listening could see every room in his heart

then he put empty whiskey bottles

little black book and all in the fire she'd left on the grate

oh

sometimes a man can change on his own but sometimes i tell you it takes

empty closets and empty drawers and a tearful confession on the kitchen floor

and burning memories in the fireplace

he'd waited too late to say he was wrong

his house was still standing

he'd fight for his home

brother

you would not believe

brother

you would not believe what you can see from your knees