The Darkest Part Of The Night

by Bob Malone   I’m bolt upright in bedWhen I should be sleeping insteadThrough this lonely stretch of nightI’m sweating whiskey out my poresThe whiskey ain’t helping no moreIt just get more and more unkindAnd the clock’s tick tock sounds like a gunshotIn my overeager earAnd I’m alone and it’s darkBut that don’t matter to my heart‘Cause I can still see your face so clearAnd it’s so quiet I swear I can hear my heart breakIn these hours when it’s hell just to be awakeIn the darkest part of the nightThe darkest part of the night… I’m broken down and broken heartedAnd I’m just getting startedOn another long hopeless nightAnd you think by now I’d knowHow to sleep aloneBut I just can’t seem to get it rightAnd I just can’t rest my head without a bottle by the bed‘Cause I don’t really sleep no moreI just pass out insteadAnd the walls are closing in while I drown in this bedAnd there’s a desperate scream inside my headIn the darkest part of the nightThe darkest part of the night… BRIDGEAnd some