EMPTY BOTTLES
One by one
they take their place
He likes to put them all in line
Each one leaves a bitter taste
In his mouth and on his mind
The waitress passes by and offers
To clear the table - but he stops her
Empty bottles fill his nights with haunting memories
Of friends who died too soon and
love that let him down
Still he makes the most of every
drop, and then he
Orders up another round
By now he must be losing count
Of empty bottles
He'll be
here till closing time
No-one waits for him at home
He once told a friend of mine
It ain't good to drink alone
So he sits starin' at the labels
Of his friends across the table
Empty
bottles fill his nights with haunting memories
Of friends who died too soon and love that let him down
Still he makes the most of every drop, and then he
Orders up another round
By now he must be losing count
Of empty bottles
Written by Jeff Stewart and Heath
Seremet
Copyright 1999 Blue Clover Music /
Low Places Music
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