Empty Vessel

I thought I’d write a song just to pass the time;

Like those bottles of wine in the attic of your parent’s house.

Where you wore that dress and we were happier, in out pointlessness.

Now we’ve both grown up, we both took our place.

At the starting line, of this rat race.

You grew six feet tall, but still felt so small

 And for years on end you weren’t seen at all.

But you came back whole, filled that empty place,

With those photos you took and those passport stamps.

You went around the world while I just carried amps.

I had love I meant and there were accidents,

Cold winter nights and floodlight fist fights.

There were years I spent without happiness,

Moving through each day, with no progress.

And I drowned my soul, in this thick red wine;

Just like we both did, in that ancient time.

And the days, they blur, into just one.

My boat floats across the sea of green,

With it’s weathered planks and it’s unseen sail.

This train of life, threatens to de-rail.