Paroles de Drinking Wine Alone

I'm laying by the river, on a sunny afternoon The glass of wine beside me, is the colour of the sun Then the river moves inside me, and it all comes rushing back There's something about drinking wine alone I'm sitting at the table, staring at my plate The meal I fixed so carefully, is wasted I can't eat The first taste touched a place in me, I'm still afraid to find There's something about drinking wine alone There are traces of her waiting, in the place I least expect A laugh, a sudden movement, a lighted cigarette Am I hiding from the very thing, I tried so hard to find There's something about drinking wine alone I have wasted something precious, and it quickly slipped away Like moonbeams through my fingers, as I turned the other way Am I waiting for a miracle, or have I just been blind There's something about drinking wine alone (c) 1977 Whispering Wind Publishing Co.