Heath McNease
Essex Street
There's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
Sleep in city sidewalks
Sunday morning coming down
Out of my window
Out of my window
Out of my window
Out of my window
Rock of Ages cleft for me
I'll hide myself in thee
Let the water and the blood
Cure what is wrong with me
Rock of Ages does your Spirit
Walk on Essex Street?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?
There's nothing short of dying
Half as empty as the sound
Sleep in city sidewalks
When Sunday morning turns to night
Out of my window
Out of my window
Out of my window
Out of my window
Rock of Ages cleft for me
I'll hide myself in thee
Let the water and the blood
Cure what is wrong with me
Rock of ages does your Spirit
Walk on Essex Street?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?
When my eyes shall
When my eyes shall close
When my eyes shall
When my eyes shall close
When my eyes shall
When my eyes shall close
When my eyes shall
When my eyes shall close
Nothing short of dying
(Out of my window)
Nothing short of dying
(Out of my window)
Nothing short of dying
(Out of my window)
Nothing short of dying
Rock of Ages cleft for me
I'll hide myself in thee
Let the water and the blood
Cure what is wrong with me
Rock of Ages does your spirit
Walk on Essex Street?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?
Can it cure what's wrong with me?