A man goes to a bar and
Upon ordering his drink will stare
Into it;
As if for some way, some how
The drink itself will give him answers
To this thing we call life.
As if the ice or the stones themselves can
Somehow align in such a way as to tell us
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit drinking…
Upon ordering his drink will stare
Into it;
As if for some way, some how
The drink itself will give him answers
To this thing we call life.
As if the ice or the stones themselves can
Somehow align in such a way as to tell us
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit drinking…