Mark Montijo - Zero to Sixty Lyrics

He's a drifter who's drifted too far
He's a singer who sings out of tune
He's an old friend who falls as he stumbles down halls
He's a houseguest who sleeps until noon
And he's never alone in a bar
He believes every story he's told
He believes he just might live forever and never grow old
But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time
From his very first breath to his last dime
From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line
From bottle to bottle again
He's a racehorse who started too fast
He's a dreamer who can't fall asleep
He's a gambler who trusts every shuffle
Every promise that no one can keep
And his face is like places he's been
Vintage wine in an old paper cup
He believes he just might live forever if he never grows up
But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time
From his very first breath to his last dime
From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line
From bottle to bottle again
Sometimes he's pitiful
Most times he's high
When the best of the best is the worst thing that money can buy
But sometimes he's beautiful
And frequently kind
And when sober, well he is the best friend a cowboy could find
But he's gone from zero to sixty in record time
From his very first breath to his last dime
From his Mama's warm breast to the soup line
From bottle to bottle again ........ Amen