We ought to be openin’ a bottle of wine
And someone should be whispering my you’re fine
But you took a walk and you still ain’t back
I’m wishing I was drunk like some old alley cat
You’re with the girl, with the yellow dress on
Now the sun’s bowed out as her hair comes undone
Love’s on a picnic
But I wasn’t invited
Something’s gone wrong
And something else is ignited
And now I just watch from afar
Love’s on sabbatical like some distant star
Especially when things have gone south
Why did I open my mouth
Why did I open my mouth

And we should be finishing each other’s sentences
Like a drug kicking in and you’re hitting transcendences
I smoke in the dark and you still ain’t back
I draw the last soldier from this empty pack
Now I just watch from afar
Love’s on sabbatical like some distant star
Especially when things have gone south
Why did I open my mouth
Why did I open my mouth
I should spread out a Persian rug
We should be digging, instead of dug
Said, I should have spread out a Persian rug
If only I had me a Persian rug