Empty Bottle

Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Dime, a nickel, quarter too.
Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Empty dreams for you.
As i watch the smog
Settle on the palms,
I hear a whisper thru the trees.
A little dream I had,
When I was but a lad.
That life has surely beaten and set free.
I dreamt that I would own
A house upon the hills.
A castle in the sky on stills.
Bikini babes would dip
Their soft & supple hips
Into my pool of wealth.
Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Dime, a nickel, quarter too.
Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Empty dreams for you.
And now i am the king
Of absolutely nothing.
A belly that is proud and full.
My queen she never came.
My heart always afraid.
I sleep beneath the pier and behave…
As i watch the smog
Settle on the palms,
I hear a whisper thru the trees.
I’m just an empty bottle,
Flotsam on the waves,
Drifting thru my weeks and days.
Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Dime, a nickel, quarter too.
Empty bottle.
Empty empty bottle.
Empty dreams for you.