What do you do, when the night falls hard on you
And you’re all alone
And the TV set’s on and the light that it brings
Is the only light shining on you
And the voice in that box
Is the only thing that talks
To comfort your soul
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
What do you do when the last drink is gone
And the smoke burns your eyes
And the thrill has worn off and your friends have gone home
And you’re coming down
And all that is left is to pick up the glasses
And empty the ashes
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
What do you do when she walks out on you
And you’re holding the tab
And you say “What about all those promises we made
What about them?” and she says
“Didn’t you know there’s no such thing as promises here”
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Contemplate the emptiness, my friend
Do you remember riding that Greyhound
Across that grey town
And thinking this isn’t it, like a voice saying
“There’s something more” like Jesus whispering to you
He was whispering to you... whispering to you
