BETTER THAN BOURBON (BALLADS OF THE SONG OF SOLOMON) I have learned a special kind of dark In life's monotony and Hardening of heart I could write a novel now with nothing Profound Surrounded by the bottles I alone have emptied out But You are better than bourbon Better than whiskey, better than wine We know that life is hard, so God made the moon to shine But there's not a shot glass on earth that could save me tonight I have searched the corners, turned the cupboards upside down Only to find my Maker's now the One who marked me out For all that I had thought a myth, Your grace and mercies crown For all of my anxieties, Your comforts hound me down I could Never hide my shame from the One who made my skin You know every hair on my head; every shower I've collapsed in You are better than bourbon Better than whiskey, better than wine You are the Father of lights, Father of glory You can brighten up the thousand shadows in me But You are better than bourbon Better than whiskey, better than wine And You're better than life