It’s too late for old dreams. All my life I made excuses.
Recent nights. Obliterated. Sea of lights—shining on
He set me up for disappointment.
I drank enough to recite the words he wrote
That’d been singing in my head so long.
Cold rain will fall tonight.
This bar knows my hip, the way that I tip this bottle right up to my lips.
And I know this feeling I drift (soar) through the ceiling
One day out of thousand I’d guess.
(Yeah one day out of one thousand or less.)

His metaphors have gone to pasture and all I got is what I have here.
Those old records don’t sound the same. I can’t listen to them anyway.
4100 times a day—52 weeks out of the year
All is here and all is gone. Nowhere to go but time to move on
Cold rain will fall tonight.
And I love this feeling. When I break through the ceiling.
One day out of one thousand I’d guess.
Yeah one day out of one thousand at best.