I walked alone through the days and all the hours.
I can’t count them anymore.
I sat at home and I watched through the tv screen as the lovers had their fill.
I pondered on and thought of all the things that I had shared with me.
And every glass of wine should come with a friend.
And tell me what’s the end if there’s nobody to share it with.
Nobody there to be scared of it with you?
Shake your finger like the heretic.
Never one to waste your time on getting along!
I know when the curtains call I’ll have someone to hold on to!
(The puff of smoke that shows right before you go)
And so it goes, the stubborn kind has a harder time finding anyone.
But my misery has so many things she’d like to share with me.
And every glass of wine should come with a friend.
Someone should see it when you go.
Tell me what’s the end if there’s nobody to share it with.
Nobody there to be scared of it with you?
Shake your finger like the heretic.
Never one to waste your time on getting along!
And I know, as the curtains call, I’ll have someone to hold on to!
(The puff of smoke that shows right before you go)
(The puff of smoke that shows you where to go)
