Red Wine

I'll call you on the grapevine
And if the world hasn't ended
The doors are at nine
There are dark lights and bright lights
And the stars fall like snow in the wintertime

Sing me old prairie roads
And the West is the best
If you know where to go
This is not even close to what I ordered
But I'll take it anyhow

Red wine
You must be so bored of our problems
And I
Think I'm dancing but I'm not really moving

Thinking slowly in ragtime
In a St John's bar
Drinking pints with Ron Hynes
The ice melts so slowly in my heart
She walks in beauty like the night

And I'm from Montreal
I miss you like crazy
When the snow begins to fall
But the flicker of the morning's
A warning light that getting harder to ignore

Red wine
You must be so bored of our problems
And I
Think I'm dancing but I'm not really moving