Empty Glasses

So take me back to that place I can call home Take me to my world, not ask where I come from Give me whiskey, give me beer Drink away all these fears And take me back to that place I can call home Well, It's hard and it's screwed And sometimes it's simply rude To wake up all stormy Falling in bed just moody Taking dreams for troubles Pouring drinks all over dramas Back and forth again What if we make it simpler And we drop the world off our back What if we shut that door And we get some savage craic We'll make it through this day In a very old fashioned way And we'll fill this empty glass Let's fill this empty glass So take me back to that place I can call home Take me to my world, not ask where I come from Give me whiskey, give me beer Drink away all these fears And take me back to that place I can call home So now I'll be just fair And I'll tell you my own tale I'm too old to get big And way too lazy to get rich But I'm not done yet And I ain't much to forget On this long walk home And when times get harder I know how to make it better Let's get rid of the complains Put aside that glum face We'll make the bar shine Like in the good old times And we'll fill this empty glass Let's fill this empty glass So take me back to that place I can call home Take me to my world, not ask where I come from Give me whiskey, give me beer Drink away all these fears And take me back to that place I can call home And don't take my words too seriously 'Cos real secrets are hidden deep inside And be aware that promises are real Until they serve the need of a thief Who started full of hopes, trying hard to catch the stars Ended begging dreams in smokey late night bars So don't take this word too seriously And fill this empty glass So take me back to that place I can call home Take me to my world, not ask where I come from Give me whiskey, give me beer Drink away all these fears And take me back to that place I can call home