Broken Bottle of Beer

I'm always in the early game but then you turn around and start to fall downDon't count the miles between you and your babyDon't count the red lights crossing the roadThe world's gone from blueDon't count the candles on your window ledgeDon't count the money that you handed outDon't count the likes that never cameDon't count the drops of blood on the floorOne broken bottle of beerAnd the memory of the first time you smiledI know nothing moves on without youBut I see your face every time you walk across the stage.I'm never alone in this cemeteryThe lonely nights just seem to last and I don't recallWhere you been lately? I don't recallBut I'd rather say than memorizeThe ship is in sails, the sails on hips.