ZERO TO SIXTY

He's a drifter who's drifted too far He's a singer who sings out of tune He's an old friend who falls as he stumbles down halls He's a houseguest who sleeps until noon And he's never alone in a bar He believes every story he's told He believes he just might live forever and never grow old But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time From his very first breath to his last dime From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line From bottle to bottle again He's a racehorse who started too fast He's a dreamer who can't fall asleep He's a gambler who trusts every shuffle Every promise that no one can keep And his face is like places he's been Vintage wine in an old paper cup He believes he just might live forever if he never grows up But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time From his very first breath to his last dime From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line From bottle to bottle again Sometimes he's pitiful Most times he's high When the best of the best is the worst thing that money can buy But sometimes he's beautiful and frequently kind And when sober, well he is the best friend a cowboy could find But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time From his very first breath to his last dime From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line From bottle to bottle again ... Amen