I searched long for acceptance; it was a bar stool that I found
So I sat alone, but not for long, when I ordered everyone a round
I asked for lucid clarity, yet the bottle I have is brown
So I stared deep into the depths and all life’s answers were found
I wanted better eyesight Instead of the glass they handed me
So I topped if off with vision, now 9s and 10s are all I see
I wished for grace and dignity but all that was handed me was drink
So I had a swig, just one or two, and moved like Jagger on my feet
When you want what life has not given, you don’t have to travel far
Why go search around the world, when you can find it at the bar?