With the Empty Glass In My Hand

Silently on a wooden chair Raising a toast to me Memories, swings around The soft warm air It’s not hard anymore Not with a glass in my hand Every thing’s still the same But the time’s is moving Forward back And with pictures still in the wall It’s hurt sometimes, but not now Not with a broken glass I’m here thinking about Those days spent And those that I am spending And the difference seem To fade away with a glass in my hand But the music seems to fade away So does the remedy in the glass The time seems to fade away And slowly does the memories With the empty glass in my hand