Lyrics

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