So who's to say that we had sailed the roughest seas Before we even knew the meaning of defeat? While you were half awake and I was half asleep I rode a current toward the end of you and me And at the long, contrived horizon of our life I know it's oh so wrong, but her eyes are what I saw Leading me astray And I guess I am never going to see where the empty bottle leads And I know I am never going to be the person that you saw in me Through those eyes