Love is a mystery
It´s a tricky thing
It´s more than a word
More than a ring

When the right thing turns to wrong
Turns into a lonesome song
And everybody knows how it goes when it does

The bottle holds the whiskey
The whiskey holds the man
The man holds the bottle when it´s all that´s left
And the left hand lights what the right hand holds
The smoke can´t hide what the heart regrets
´Cause the heart holds the memory
And the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman
At the bottom of the glass
So I don´t have a problem
If I don´t see the bottom

I played it all over
Over in my mind
I´m lookin´ for the reasons
I just can´t find
Wish I knew what I could blame
Without a moment I could name
I don´t have a thing that I recall

The bottle holds the whiskey
The whiskey holds the man
The man holds the bottle when it´s all that´s left
And the left hand lights what the right hand holds
The smoke can´t hide what the heart regrets
´Cause the heart holds the memory

And the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman
At the bottom of the glass
So I don´t have a problem
If I don´t see the bottom

´Cause the heart holds the memory
And the memory holds the past
And the past holds the woman
At the bottom of the glass
So I don´t have a problem
If I don´t see the bottom

Oh, the hurt´s holdin´ me
And I´m holdin´ on
To a hundred-proof truth

And a hope that´s long gone
So I don´t have a problem
If I don´t see the bottom