Slowly he gets out of bed
Lights a cigarette, and pours another drink
Pictures from the past plays in his head
Visions blur when everything’s gone in a blink.
He remembers the day he said goodbye
As he steps outside on a balcony
He looks up at the December sky
And tries to push away the agony
“Life’s just like this!” whispers he
“You fall in love and fall out of love
Never knowing where you’re gonna be
You sing a love song like a lonesome dove!
So, again he whispers
In the deepest and darkest of the night
“Don’t you worry Mister!
When the wine’s red and the mood’s right...
Love will find its way! Back to you!