bottle into gold

tell me

tell me they got the wrong man

and they dealt me somebody else's hand

i was sitting right here five years ago

tell me that it won't be five years more

i once looked everyone in the eye

had my feet on the floor and my head in the sky

i listened when they spoke

now i could care less

except when they whisper how i'm such a mess

well i've got no where to run

but the night has just begun

and i know it's going to end somewhere

lay my head in some strange place

same look upon my face

another wasted night alone

trying to turn this bottle into gold

tell me

tell me your a drifter too

it would ease my mind if we wore the same shoes

cuz you would know how hard it is to just sit here

and watch them all fly by year after year

please give me something more to hold

turn this bottle into gold

oh tell me

tell me they got the wrong man

and they dealt me somebody else's hand.