Cheap Wine And Daytime TV
David Brown / Gene Dunford
She danced alone to the Rolling Stones
And thought about her youth
Sweet mystery now it’s history
And the mirror is harsh with the truth
She sees young faces trapped in old photographs
Lives just tuning up
The world on a plate and they chose what they ate
Now it’s leftovers and washing up
If I’d known then what I know today
I could have mixed the same colours and not got grey
I could have lived my life with both feet on the throttle
Now I can’t get the genie back in the bottle
When he left she felt bereft
As she watched her world caving in
She nursed a hatred for the waitress
But saved her full wrath for him
Most of her friends live in the past tense
“It ain’t like it used to be”
Bluster and cuss words rust in the suburbs
To cheap wine and daytime TV
Joni sang in the taxi song
You don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone
You have to enjoy the now and the here
Every second, every minute, every month, every year
Then later she crept to where they slept
Three angels all in a line
She wanted to weep and write a symphony
Right there, at the same time
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