Empty Bottle

Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Dime, a nickel, quarter too
Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Empty dreams for you

As I watch the smog settle on the palms
I hear a whisper through the trees
A little dream I had when I was but a lad
That life has surely beaten and set free
I dreamt that I would own a house upon the hill
A castle in the clouds on stilts
Bikini babes would dip their soft and supple hips
Into my pool of wealth

Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Dime, a nickel, quarter too
Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Empty dreams for you

And now I am the king of absolutely nothing
A belly that is proud and full
My queen, she never came, my heart, always afraid
I sleep beneath the pier and behave
As I watch the smog settle on the palms
I hear a whisper through the trees
I'm just an empty bottle, flotsam on the waves
Drifting through my weeks and days

Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Dime, a nickel, quarter too
Empty bottle
Empty, empty bottle
Empty dreams for you