Leftover Wine

He looked like a man in trouble

His hands in his tangled hair

Swallowing pride by the double

Well he told me how he got to be there

He said one day you’re up then you’re broken

Like an anchoress boat on the sea

Without ever a word being spoken

Won’t you picture how it looked to me

Cigarettes smouldered in the ashtray

A faint breath of perfume in the air

The turntable spun The TV was on

Though no one appeared to be there

A strange pair of shoes on the carpet

A coat thrown over a chair

A final sign some leftover wine

In a bottle at the foot of the stair

I got home it was raining the lights from the windows Shone

Somebody’s been entertaining now did I leave all those on?

As I turned the key his words still rand in my ears

Wondering if what I’d see would be confirming the worst of My fears

Cigarettes smouldered in the ashtray

A faint breath of perfume in the air

The turntable spun The TV was on

Though no one appeared to be there

A strange pair of shoes on the carpet

A coat thrown over a chair

A final sign some leftover wine

In a bottle at the foot of the stair

Luckily I could still get a drink though the bloke with the Story had gone

Well I needed time to think so I sat on the stool he sat on

Don’t think don’t leave things to fate ‘cause Faith can be Unkind

If you leave it just a little teeny bit too late you may get Home to find

Cigarettes smouldered in the ashtray

A faint breath of perfume in the air

The turntable spun The TV was on

Though no one appears to be there

A strange pair of shoes on the carpet

A coat thrown over a chair