The Bottom

Love is a mystery

It's a tricky thing

It's more than a word

More than a ring

When the right thing turns to wrong

Turns into a lonesome song

And everybody knows how it goes when it does

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

And over in my mind

I'm looking for the reasons

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

The bottle holds the whiskey

The whiskey holds the man

The man holds the bottle 'cause 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

If I don't see the bottom

Whoa, the hurt's holding me

And I'm holding 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