For all the time I’ve lost there is always hope to find

A chance to make it right buried in the sands of time.

For all the lives that pass away I’ll keep them all in mind

Thoughts and points of view follow after their own kind.

In our days we danced upon barrelheads of wine.

What on earth have we become? Did we get left behind?

We danced upon those barrelheads with hearts and souls in time,

Now I’m at the bottom of the barrel and that barrel bottom’s dry!

We were young and still immortal, too blind yet to descry.

Good sense had time to look us up and look us in the eye.

Did those days simply vanish? Caught in the daily grind?

I’m at the bottom of the barrel and that barrel bottom’s dry!

Depends on how you look at things, I’m thankful God is kind.

I’m at the bottom of the barrel and I thank God the bottom’s dry!

That barrel was once bursting full but our good Lord is kind

I’m at the bottom of that barrel thanking God the bottom’s dry!