I could tell he'd had a tough life
By the way he sat and stared
And me,
I'd come to push and shove
So I pulled up a chair.
We talked of
roads untraveled
We talked of love untrue
Of strings that come
unraveled
We were kings and kindred fools
And just when I'd hit
bottom
That old man raised his glass
And said at least we had our
chances
There's those who never have.
So here's to all the
soldiers
Who have ever died in vain
The insane locked up in
themselves
The homeless down on Main
To those who stand on empty
shores
And spit against the wind
And those who wait forever
For
ships that don't come in.
He said it's only life's illusions
That
bring us to this bar
To pick up these old crutches
And compare each
other's scars
'Cuz the things we're calling heartache
Hell, they're
hardly worth our time
We bitch about a dollar
When there's those
without a dime.
And as he ordered one last round
He said I guess
we can't complain
God made life a gamble
And we're still in the
game.
So here's to all the soldiers
Who have ever died in vain
The insane locked up in themselves
The homeless down on Main
To
those who stand on empty shores
And spit against the wind
And those who
wait forever
For ships that don't come in.