So who's to say that we had sailed the roughest seas
Before we even knew the meaning of defeat?
While you were half awake and I was half asleep
I rode a current toward the end of you and me
And at the long, contrived horizon of our life
I know it's oh so wrong, but her eyes are what I saw
Leading me astray
And I guess I am never going to see where the empty bottle leads
And I know I am never going to be the person that you saw in me