Red Wine

I'll call you on the grapevine And if the world hasn't ended The doors are at nine There are dark lights and bright lights And the stars fall like snow in the wintertime Sing me old prairie roads And the West is the best If you know where to go This is not even close to what I ordered But I'll take it anyhow Red wine You must be so bored of our problems And I Think I'm dancing but I'm not really moving Thinking slowly in ragtime In a St John's bar Drinking pints with Ron Hynes The ice melts so slowly in my heart She walks in beauty like the night And I'm from Montreal I miss you like crazy When the snow begins to fall But the flicker of the morning's A warning light that getting harder to ignore Red wine You must be so bored of our problems And I Think I'm dancing but I'm not really moving