You think you're one of millions but you're one in a million to me

Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves,
Like an old scooner slippin’ slowly to it’s grave,
Like ghosts of old sailors caught smowhere in time,
Like a lone palm watch the world unwind

And I got nowhere to go and nowhere to be,
Trinidad Charlie on a stool next to me,
Readin’ his book bout the have and have-nots,
In between chapters we take another shot.
And one by one we slide from reality,
With nowhere to go, and no where to be