We had been at the wedding for quite a while
and the jars were empty and the people were full
and you asked me,
"what is on your mind?"
I said it all started out really well and the
people are lovely and making great joy
you can tell
but between you and me, lord
I feel I've run out of wine
Cause I think I've misplaced your cup lord
I feel like I'm doing time
I can't taste the sweet with the bitter any more
Oh lord it feels
Feels like I've run out of wine.
We had been at the supper for quite a while
Betrayal in a soul and a pall in the air and
you stood, handed me your cup
You said, "think of me when you drink of this,"
but the empty vessel was my heart's abyss
and I feared the worst
I fear your wine has run out
CHORUS
This may be a season of pain
this may be a season of doubt but if
faithfulness is waiting for you
then I'm waiting, asking why the wine has run out?
CHORUS
