Song Description

Choices.

Lyrics

There's a bottle on the table it's been there all nigh
Sitting next to a frame that holds a picture of his wife
One of them says nothing one drives him straight to hell
Both begging for attention both want him for themselves

The choices that we make are not easy to define
Just what we hold onto and what we leave behind
Life used to be so easy he never thought that he could fall
Looking through that bottle on the table nothing's clear at all

Staring back at him are eyes of hazel green
And a smile that hides the pain of who he promised her he'd be
The demons that he lives with she can't understand
So she just turns to praying for her lost and lonely man

The voice of reason, it's begging him to think
While the devil whispers on his shoulder it's just one drink

There's a bottle on the table it's been there all night
Sitting next to a frame that holds a picture of his wife
Throws his arm across that table hears the sound of shattered glass
He holds on to that picture, hope is in his grasp