Empty Horses

He walks in time like

Ill of minds

And he's filled with lines

Of trouble

The reason he was high

Was all he could buy

So he left all of his life

To daze

I could be that man

Who lost his hand

In a long ways down too far

He found the bar and he died

In the gutter where he lied

He still had his hand on the Bible

Holy

Holy

Holy Ghost

Save my soul from this awful host

Who's left me empty horses

And bottled up my choices

And left me in the gutter

For others to see