When the Bottles Get Empty the Mornings Get Hard

Something Different

The night sounds of chirping, stars fill the sky
Lightning bugs flash like the fourth of July
The bottle is empty, time ran away
And so did the bride on her wedding day
The fortune-teller told, it was written in the cards
When the bottles get empty the mornings get hard

A dear friend seen her out on the town
Having a ball when you were nowhere to be found
Singing and dancing and putting on a show
All the men watched, the light made her skin glow
Yes, she’s gone, but she can’t be that far
When the bottles get empty the mornings get hard

Juniper grows and eucalyptus too
Don’t wait too long, they’ll die before you 
Sometimes it’s better to give it away
Sometimes being greedy leads to decay
Run up a tab at the local town bar
When the bottles get empty the mornings get hard

Everything has meaning, the message relayed
The dirt in the road and the curtains frayed
But what does that matter when your heart’s black and charred
When the bottles get empty the mornings get hard

Back to reality and it's coming on strong
You sit stone faced as music notes sail along
Familiar is the sound, familiar is the tune
Familiar is the light and the glare of the moon
Tears drip down your cheek and put salt in your scar
When the bottles get empty the mornings get hard