kaptain obvious

The wise old bartender
Had cleaned every glass
From the lips that would listen
As their footprints would pass

He learned about talkers
And the things theyd drink in
While by nature and wisdom
What weve learned in our skin

He spoke very little
As hed wipe them all dry
Not only the outside
But their insides that cry...

Im empty and lonely
And need something with proof
....Thats when hed open up
And serve the hardest drink - Truth