[Verse 1] I’ve got bourbon on my breath and gravel in my prayers, been talkin’ to the ceiling like it might answer back. The jukebox quit at 2, the neon’s burnin’ low, but I’m still sittin’ here waitin’ for the grace I never earned to show. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t ask for miracles, just a little light to see, a hand to hold the pieces when they’re fallin’ out of me. [Chorus] Grace on the rocks, no chaser, no lies, pour it slow, let it burn behind my eyes. I’ve been runnin’ from the good, chasin’ all the wrong, but tonight I’m raisin’ hell just to hear a hallelujah song. Grace on the rocks — bitter, sweet, and strong, if You’re listenin’ up there… I’ve been singin’ it all wrong. [Verse 2] I’ve got scars on my knuckles from fightin’ what I love, and a Bible on the dashboard that’s never been opened up. But every time the bottle talks, I hear a whisper say, “Child, you’re still worth savin’, even on your worst damn day.” [Bridge] [softer, almost spoken] So I’ll sit here in the wreckage, let the silence do its work, let the grace come crawlin’ in like smoke through all the hurt. No choir, no steeple, just this barstool and my voice, but if You’re still takin’ sinners… I’m makin’ my choice. [Final Chorus] Grace on the rocks, no chaser, no shame, pour it deep, wash the devil out my name. I’ve been runnin’ from the light, hidin’ in the wrong, but tonight I’m raisin’ hell just to sing a hallelujah song. Grace on the rocks — bitter, sweet, and true, if You’re listenin’ up there… I’m finally singin’ it to You. [Outro] [guitar slows, voice drops to whisper] …amen… [End - 3:45]
