In the Middle of the Night

It's the coldest night in Boston

In the history of winter

Black as a murder of crows

I'm six days clean and sober

With a bottle on the table

And a hurt inside that nobody knows...

One shot away from shooting

My soul straight through the ceilin'

And I could fly away from feelin'

All this pain that still ain't gone

Oh but flying's kind of risky

When your wings are made of whiskey

And I know that I'll come crashing down

Just after dawn

When there's no one around

And the silence in your soul is the only sound

In the darkness that surrounds you

Are you hiding from the light

When you finally hit rock bottom

Will you do what's wrong or right

You're gonna find out what you're made of...

In the middle of the night

'Cause the night can keep a secret

And hold it deep inside

Every sin that keeps you sinning

Every lie you've ever lied

But my heart is bent to breaking

From all the hell I've put it through

All the love that I've forsaken

On the run from what is true

Oh now what you gonna do

When there's no one around

And the silence in your soul is the only sound

In the darkness that surrounds you

Are you hiding from the light

When you finally hit rock bottom

Will you do what's wrong or right

You're gonna find out what you're made of...

In the middle of the night

Ah ohhhh

In the middle of the night

It's the coldest night in Boston

In the history of winter

Black outside like a murder of crows

Way down in the middle

Middle of the night and you find your self

In the middle of the night you gotta let it go

Way down in the middle

Way down in the middle

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down

Way down