Woke up scared in the middle of the night He reached for the bottle and turned on the light Looked at the clock, this can't be right I'm not dreaming Turned on the TV and the radio Elvis rocked and Elvis rolled While Jesus on his radio show Said pack your bags, we're leaving There's a line I've crossed somewhere I left the best of me back there Never thought I'd end up here Guess all the best things disappear Whiskey is his water and it's made in hell From the bottom of his barrel to the bottom of his well Nothing in this room but an empty shell And he's not dreaming A drunkard's regrets are a dime a dozen A thousand cures and a thousand poisons Even Elvis couldn't find one good reason To keep believing There's a line I've crossed somewhere I left the best of me back there Never thought I'd end up here Guess all the best things disappear Guess she thought she had nothing to lose When she told him he had to choose Nice idea but they both knew That she'd be leaving Jesus said seek and you shall find He doesn't think it's true this time Some things you look for you never find Like one good reason There's a line I've crossed somewhere I left the best of me back there Never thought I'd end up here Guess all the best things disappear