Old Whiskey Bottle

Old whiskey bottle, by the railroad track Your spirit has drained away, and your neck is cracked No one to hold you, or pass you around And the trains rolling by is the only sound Old whiskey bottle, by a fisherman's pier Nobody cares, how you got here Just part of the scenery, nobody sees Left on the sand when the tide recedes Old whiskey bottle, good times gone bye Old memories of dreams run dry Old whiskey bottle, at the back of the bar There's dust on your shoulders, and your face is scarred Alone and unwanted, just marking the time Like abandon desire and promise resigned Old whiskey bottle, good times gone bye Old memories of dreams run dry The time is past for grieving For what is gone and what has changed Yet I sit here with this bottle in my hand And I think of you again Old whiskey bottle, by a freeway sign You know you remind me of an old friend of mine Lost by the road somewhere, broken and sad Empty of all the hopes he had Old whiskey bottle, good times gone bye Old memories of dreams run dry Old memories of dreams run dry