Brother Jukebox (Part 2): The Sunday Morning After

(Verse 1)The neon finally quit, the front door is boltedAnd I woke up to a different kind of quiet dawnThat old Wurlitzer's silent, my pockets are emptyAnd the shadow I was running from is finally goneI spent thirty-odd years at a dynamic altarTrading my soul for a glass full of wineBut the splinters and heartaches I left on that barstoolWere traded today for a new state of mind.(Chorus)So goodbye to my brother, that old neon jukeboxI’ve found a new Family that's making me wholeNo more sister white wine with her bitter-sweet promiseThere's a well of living water that's washing my soulMother freedom no longer feels cold and forgottenFather time led me straight to the cross on my kneesYeah, the family reunion in the neon is overBut the Kingdom is open for me.(Verse 2)I walked into a building with stained glass and timbersWhere the music ain't rattled, and the speakers don't blowInstead of a Haggard song crying for mercyThey were singing 'Amazing Grace' soft and slowThe Preacher was speaking right to my conditionAbout a Man who takes burdens and rolls them awayI looked at the stranger I was in the mirrorAnd for the first time in lifetimes, I started to pray.(Chorus)So goodbye to my brother, that old neon jukeboxI’ve found a new Family that's making me wholeNo more sister white wine with her bitter-sweet promiseThere's a well of living water that's washing my soulMother freedom no longer feels cold and forgottenFather time led me straight to the cross on my kneesYeah, the family reunion in the neon is overBut the Kingdom is open for me.(Bridge)I used to thank God for the whiskey and neonWhen she walked out the door and tore my world downBut you can’t find a Savior in a broken-down tavernAnd you can’t wash away sins in a party-built townYeah, I couldn't hug a machine when the closing lights shinedBut I'm held by the Master of space and of time.(Guitar/Steel Solo - A triumphant, swelling blend of gospel piano and a soaring, hopeful pedal steel)(Chorus)Yeah, goodnight to my brother, that broken-down jukeboxYou played the last sad song you'll owe to my nameAnd sister white wine can’t compete with the MercyOf a God who delivers a man from his shameMother freedom’s a road that is narrow and holyFather time says it’s time that I live and believeYeah, the family reunion is officially over...And I’m finally learning to breathe.(Outro)Yeah, the quarters are gone.But the sunlight is up.Thank you, Father.Amen.