The Bottom

Love is a mystery, it's a tricky thing

It's more than a word, it's more than a ring

When the right thing turns to wrong

Turns on into a lonesome song

And everybody knows how it goes when it does

And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man

The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left

And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds

The smoke can't hide what the heart regrets

'Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past

And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass

So I don't have a problem

If I don't see the bottom

I played it all over, over in my mind

I'm lookin' for reason

I just can't find

Wish I knew what I could blame

Without a moment, I could name

I don't have a thing that I recall

And the bottle holds the whiskey, the whiskey holds the man

The man holds the bottle when it's all that's left

And the left-hand lights what the right-hand holds

The smoke can't hide what the heart regrets

'Cause the heart holds the memory, and the memory holds the past

And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass

So I don't have a problem

If I don't see the bottom

'Cause the heart holds the memory and the memory holds the past

And the past holds the woman at the bottom of the glass

So I don't have a problem

But I don't see the bottom

Whoa, the hurt's holdin' me, and I'm holdin' on

To a hundred-proof truth and a hope that's long gone

So I don't have a problem

If I don't see the bottom