Bottom of the bottle
Brown birdNever a boat in this sea
Only the voice of a thousand lies
Choking the truth out of me
Until I’ve fallen immune to her lies
Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas
I will never begin to be satisfied
She’ll never again let me be
Don’t let her turn your temperance
Away from the simple and sound
Or she will damn you darkly down
At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference
If I keep drinkin’ or drown
Cause I can’t go much lower than I am right now
By the time I find my home
I’ll be all scars and broken bones
A head full of lies, a heart of stone
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan
No, no I cannot promise nothing
That I cannot know for sure
I won’t say never or forever
I have told those lies before
Please don’t ask me to proclaim, my love
That my love for you will grow
That I desire to love you ‘til I die
Ain’t that all you need to know
But your desires burn like fires
Then they quickly flicker down
And all the while your constant smile
Will never show the fires went out
And when they do you won’t come home one night
And you’ll leave me all alone
So don’t tell me of desire my love
Tell me true, you’ll never go
Or by the time you find your home
You’ll be all scars and broken bones
A head full of lies, a heart of stone
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan