I was heading for the bus
And another one night stand
He came up all starry eyed
With my picture in his hand
He said "Mister I know by heart
Every song you do
When I grow up I want to sing
And be just like you"
Then he asked me how I wrote those songs
I'm just a bottle that pours the wine
A fragile vessel for melody and rhyme
Put me on a pedastal I'll fall and shatter every time
'Cause I'm just the bottle that pours the wine