Eric Church - Darkest Hour Lyrics


If you were down in a gutter
Where the homeless shudder
Tryin’ to shake off the snow
If your tide was low
And you lost your rudder
I’d show you where to go

If you were stuck out on the burning sand
Hair on fire in a blinding gale
I’d throw down a rope
And pull you out of your hell

In your darkest hour
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (I’d come runnin’)
In your darkest hour
I’d light your way
Baby, don’t give up (Don’t give up)
I’ll do everything in my power
To take even a minute off your darkest hour

And life can be a labyrinth
A maze of moments, a pyramid of plans
When it all goes south
I’ll be your compass
‘Til your needle spins you north again

In your darkest hour
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (I’d come runnin’)
In your darkest hour
I’d light your way
Baby, don’t give up (Don’t give up)
I’ll do everything in my power
To take even a minute off your darkest hour

All I really know is I never know
What’s coming around the bend
But you should know you’re not alone
Hang on and hold my hand

In your darkest hour
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (I’d come runnin’)
In your darkest hour
I’d light your way
Baby, don’t give up (Don’t give up)
I’ll do everything in my power
To take even a minute off your darkest hour

Baby, I’d come runnin’ (Don’t give up)
Yeah, I’d light your way (Don’t give up)
Don’t give up
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (Don’t give up)
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (Don’t give up)
Don’t give up (Don’t give up)
Light your way, baby
Baby, I’d come runnin’ (Don’t give up)
Don’t give up, baby (Don’t give up)

Eric Church - Darkest Hour Lyrics

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