Wine, Women and Song

Wine, women, and song: I tried them all It did not take me long to figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness I figured wrong (with a capital R) All the baggage I brought wouldn't fit in a mid-size car That's why I'm walking on eggshells down the via dolorosa (hasn't got me any closer so far) Shacked up with a poet No, it wasn't my department Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment Changing the cat box, baking the bread I should've been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image Drawn from somebody else's head Song, women, and wine: You can't fool all the people all the time But if you're trying, if you're looking, if you're lucky You can always fool a few and feel fine Is the line between shame and dread: One grips the lungs, one brains the head But either one can crush you Anyone can crush you Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play; By opening night we had nothing left to say to each other It hit the wall, it was not resilient She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant And who the hell was I to disagree? Didn't you used to be someone who meant something to me? Somebody who meant something to me? Someone who meant something to me? Wine, women, and song: I tried them all it did not take me long To figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness I figured wrong