Taking swigs from the bottle all bitter and sweet
Half lit eyes, were dead, dead on our feet
All twisted inside and in our minds
We battle demons of all different kinds
The sun will rise as always
Following us as we trek across life’s highways
Driven by some unknown hunger
Something to make us feel younger
To feel alive again
and not old woman and men
To little girls and boys
playing in yards with little toys
We look at the bottom of our flask
and we don’t know who to ask
it seems we need a new mask