Break the Bottle
Well, he's lingered here too long heard another song
Start without a moment's delay
The picture on the screen's hardly what it seems
Just another game for him to play
And the coffee that's running through his veins
Well, it keeps him awake
Back when he was young his dad owned a gun
That was always hanging on the wall
He'd get into fights, nowhere left to hide
Bloody face but still standing tall
Now for thirty-odd years he's been
Neatly avoiding the call
To his father's old shop with the
Winchester gun on the wall
Now his basement smells like bourbon and a half finished boat
And his friends can't get to seeing how it'll ever float
'Cause they can't break the bottle
No they can't break the bottle
There's a photograph he keeps sitting in a drawer
He'd give anything to be there now; anything at all
'Cause it can't be forgotten
No they can't be forgotten
When he turned eighteen he joined the marines
Caught a train and left it all behind
He got married to a girl, she became his world;
Stayed at home when he went off to fight
And for a while he was content
With his life
Now he's up before the sun carrying a gun
He once almost turned on himself
He can't leave it in the past; happened much too fast
Never got to say his farewells
Now when he drinks he drinks from
Jars that held nails on the shelf
As he works on his own and he
Builds an escape for himself
Now his basement smells like bourbon and a half finished boat
And his friends can't get to seeing how it'll ever float
'Cause they can't break the bottle
No they can't break the bottle
There's a photo of his family sitting in a drawer
He'd give anything to be there now; anything at all
'Cause they can't be forgotten
No they can't be forgotten
On the day his daughter was born he was half the world away
And when someone took a shot, crashed their car well he wished that he had stayed
And on the day of their funeral his dad brought a date
Never stopped to ask him if he was okay
Well, he wasn't that day
He got married three more times and none of his wives
Stayed long enough to call his house a home
Now he takes the sofa when he sleeps, just can't face the dreams
When he's forced to wake in bed alone
Start without a moment's delay
The picture on the screen's hardly what it seems
Just another game for him to play
And the coffee that's running through his veins
Well, it keeps him awake
Back when he was young his dad owned a gun
That was always hanging on the wall
He'd get into fights, nowhere left to hide
Bloody face but still standing tall
Now for thirty-odd years he's been
Neatly avoiding the call
To his father's old shop with the
Winchester gun on the wall
Now his basement smells like bourbon and a half finished boat
And his friends can't get to seeing how it'll ever float
'Cause they can't break the bottle
No they can't break the bottle
There's a photograph he keeps sitting in a drawer
He'd give anything to be there now; anything at all
'Cause it can't be forgotten
No they can't be forgotten
When he turned eighteen he joined the marines
Caught a train and left it all behind
He got married to a girl, she became his world;
Stayed at home when he went off to fight
And for a while he was content
With his life
Now he's up before the sun carrying a gun
He once almost turned on himself
He can't leave it in the past; happened much too fast
Never got to say his farewells
Now when he drinks he drinks from
Jars that held nails on the shelf
As he works on his own and he
Builds an escape for himself
Now his basement smells like bourbon and a half finished boat
And his friends can't get to seeing how it'll ever float
'Cause they can't break the bottle
No they can't break the bottle
There's a photo of his family sitting in a drawer
He'd give anything to be there now; anything at all
'Cause they can't be forgotten
No they can't be forgotten
On the day his daughter was born he was half the world away
And when someone took a shot, crashed their car well he wished that he had stayed
And on the day of their funeral his dad brought a date
Never stopped to ask him if he was okay
Well, he wasn't that day
He got married three more times and none of his wives
Stayed long enough to call his house a home
Now he takes the sofa when he sleeps, just can't face the dreams
When he's forced to wake in bed alone
Credits
Writer(s): Jessica Silk
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