Here's to all heroes
Half empty bottles
The hard to wake sleepers
Of incomplete dreams
Heres happy trails
And back in the saddle
And here's to your health
Whatever that means
Here's to old soldiers
Reliving their battles
So hard to recall
They all happened so fast
One harsh word
Still leads to another
The way the first drink
Still leads to the rest
And in the wee, wee hours
When the mind gets to thinkin'
That the body should get up
Give it a go
One more time
The bigger the lie
It's hearing
The more likely
It's believing
For these days
Living a lie
Is no kind of crime
And they tell me that love is still blind
And here's to the sailor
So homesick and lost
Minus the raft
On a raging tide
Jealously guarding
That one last secret
In a desperate attempt
Just to survive
So, here's to the heroes
And half empty bottles
The hard to wake keepers
Of incomplete dreams
And here's to their heartbreak
And the heartaches
That make them
Crack as their lives
Come apart at the seams
And in the wee hours of their morning
The bottles that they're holding
Say the body should get up
And give it a go
One more time
And the bigger the lie
They're selling
The more likely
Someone is buying
For these days
Taking a life
Ain't no hanging crime
And they tell me that justice is blind
And they tell me that love is still blind