Shot Glass

All my plans and all my schemes All my hopes and all my dreams Tell me, how does all of that Fit into a shot glass? My first kiss, my first car Amazing Grace on my first guitar Tell me, how does all of that Fit into a shot glass? It ain't that big, it seems so small Still somehow it holds it all So here's to you and my checkered past I'm gonna shoot it down and not look back All her love, her daydream eyes Her first hello, her last goodbye Tell me, how does all of that Fit into a shot glass? It ain't that wide, it ain't that tall Still somehow it holds it all So here's to you and my broken past I'm gonna shoot it down and not look back Daddy's gun, mama's silver cross That part of me that just got lost Tell me, how does all of that Fit into a shot glass? Tell me, how did all of that Fit into a shot glass?