i could tell he d had a tough life by the way he sat and stared and me i d come to push and shove so i pulled up a chair we talked of roads untraveled we talked of love untrue of strings that come unraveled we were kings and kindred fools and just when i d hit bottom that old man raised his glass and said at least we had our chances there s those who never have so here s to all the soldiers who have ever died in vain the insane locked up in themselves the homeless down on main to those who stand on empty shores and spit against the wind and those who wait forever for ships that don t come in he said it s only life s illusions that bring us to this bar to pick up these old crutches and compare each other s scars cause the things we re calling heartache hell they re hardly worth our time we bitch about a dollar when there s those without a dime and as he ordered one last round he said i guess we can t complain god made life a gamble and we re still in the game  so here s to all the soldiers who have ever died in vain the insane locked up in themselves the homeless down on main to those who stand on empty shores and spit against the wind and those who wait forever for ships that don t come in