When I see the resting bottle
When the liquor store looks like winning the lotto
When my pain transfers into pleasure
When a yard stick can no longer measure
When I see
Everything I can be
It’s no longer I but we
When I travel into the past to see old faces
And silhouettes of ceramic dolls with old laces
I invite myself to dream no more
Not even knowing what I’m living for
When I see the chance to start brand new
And I no longer want to drink a few
Then my story becomes someone else’s life-line
And sanity, sobriety, and a new life will be divine
When I see
Everything I can be
It’s no longer I but we
