Solitude's a good cure for sadness
When yr drinking yr blues into reds
Just like Christ in Galilee where 5000 stood
I'm changing my woes into wine
Well, it's true that yr leaving but I'm not grieving- there's still more to imbibe
And yr face turned fast into alabster when I said that I'd survive
Well, they say that love is blind
But I've watched you thru my wine glass eye
And now you, you are on the bottom
And the bottle's on my mind