She unscrews the top from her new whiskey bottle

Shuffles about in her candle lit hovel

Like some kind of witch with blue fingers and mittens

She smells like a cat and the neighbors she sickens

Black and white TV has long seen a picture

The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture

The postman delivers the final reminders

She sells off her silver and poodles and in china Drinks to remember

I made it myself the chimes of the clock and the dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labeled with love During the wartime and American pilot

Made every air-raid a time of excitement

She moved to his prairie and married a Texan

She looked from a distance our love was a lesson

He became drinker and she became mother

She knew that one day she'd be one or the other

He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy

Proud of her features she kept herself pretty Drinks to remember

I made it myself the chimes of the clock and the dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labeled with love He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber

Out on the porch in the middle of summer

She crossed the ocean back home to her family

But they had retired to roads that were sandy

She moved home alone without friends or relations

Lived in a world full of age reservations

A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends

Who had left her to drink from her bottle Drinks to remember

I made it myself the chimes of the clock and the dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labeled with love Drinks to remember

I made it myself the chimes of the clock and the dust from the shelf

Home is a love that I miss very much

So the past has been bottled and labeled with love

The past has been bottled and labeled with love

The past has been bottled and labeled with love