CHEAP WINE & CRUSHED DREAMS

 Dancing drunk to Bacharach at two in the morning
Dancing drunk with a stain on my pants
The belt undone
And when Cilla sings, 'What's It All About?
We look at each other and shake our heads

Our boy is crashed out on the floor
Our girl is God knows where
The cat's licking the take-away tray
And then there's me
And there's you
Still clinging to something
Decades down the line

Yeah, we've had our days of taxicabs and butter
We've had our chances
But right now
Jesus Christ
I could ...
Aaahhh, WHAT THE HELL!

When you're this far gone
On cheap wine and crushed dreams
You take whatever you can get