Album: The Basement - Single
On any given Sunday
The saints are in the pews
They sing a songs and say amen
As the preacher brings good news
They gather 'round the altar
And call on Jesus' name
He never fails to meet them there
Lives are always changed
But on any given Thursday night
Down a creaky flight of stairs
Through a door that never shuts just right
And some worn-out folding chairs
There's a different kind of desperate
Most folks never see
And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing
Wait until you see
What He's been doing in the basement
There ain't a lot of shouting
Much less suits and ties
Cheap coffee and the smell of smoke
Some coming off a high
Hello, my name is so-and-so
Hello, I'm glad you came
And just like that, this worn-out room
Becomes a holy place
'Cause on any given Thursday night
Down a creaky flight of stairs
Through a door that never shuts just right
And some worn-out folding chairs
There's a different kind of desperate
Most folks never see
And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing
Wait until you see
What He's been doing in the basement, oh...
If you've never seen a miracle
I can tell you where they meet
I know at least a dozen
And you know one now
'Cause you know me
On any given Thursday night
Down a creaky flight of stairs
Through a door that never shuts just right
And some worn-out folding chairs
There's a different kind of desperate
Most folks never see
And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing
Yeah, we all know what happens upstairs is amazing
Well, wait until you see
What He's been doing in the basement
What He's doing in the basement
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