The Bottom

Love is a mystery, it's a tricky thing It's more than a word, it's more than a ring When the right thing turns to wrong Turns on into a lonesome song And everybody knows how it goes when it does And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds The smoke can't hide what the heart regrets 'Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass So I don't have a problem If I don't see the bottom I played it all over, over in my mind I'm lookin' for reason I just can't find Wish I knew what I could blame Without a moment, I could name I don't have a thing that I recall And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds The smoke can't hide what the heart regrets 'Cause the heart holds the memory, and the memory holds the past And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass So I don't have a problem If I don't see the bottom 'Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass So I don't have a problem But I don't see the bottom Whoa, the hurt's holdin' me, and I'm holdin' on To a hundred-proof truth and a hope that's long gone So I don't have a problem If I don't see the bottom