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The shelter filled up early no more beds, no more food
He lay down on a park bench between the sports and social news
He could see the ivory tower where he almost touched the stars
Now he retraces every misstep that brought him down this far
CHORUS
Fighting with his demons, trying hard to win a round
But he can’t shake the habit that slowly drug him down
Twisting in the downdraft of life’s hard and hateful swirl
He prays God can see him out on the edge of the world
The quarters he begged for dinner bought a bottle of peach wine
Before he drank he gave the blessing and made a toast to better times
He said, “Lord how could you love me, I don’t even like myself
But if you’ll try to save my soul Lord, I’ll try to save what’s left
CHORUS
Fighting with his demons, trying hard to win a round
But he can’t shake the habit that slowly drug him down
Twisting in the downdraft of life’s hard and hateful swirl
He closed his eyes and listened to sweet voices of a choir
From God’s house around the corner inside a fence with razor wire
He said, Lord I’ll be there Sunday close the gate once I’m inside
So the Devil cannot follow with his bottle of peach wine
CHORUS
Fighting with his
demons, trying hard to win a round
But he can’t shake the
habit that slowly drug him down
Twisting in the downdraft of life’s hard and hateful swirl
He prays God can see him out on the edge of the world
Yes he prays God can see him out on the edge of the world