Words and music: Bonnie Shaljean
I gave you farewell in my very lightest voice
And we did it up just fine
With a kiss and a power handshake
And a bottle of red mountain wine
Little bottle of wine in a chair
In the kitchen with my hair
Flying out like a porcupine
Hearing the station
Play the hits round the nation
And singing like I wasn’t going to die
Singing like I wasn’t going to die
The doors and the windows they’re letting in the cold
And they’re doing it just for spite
And it’s a long long road I had to go
To be sitting in your kitchen this night
To be sitting right here in her place
Though I’m wearing the wrong face
And it’s getting to me loud and clear
I can make whatever peace
Will set my mind at ease
But I know that you’re never going to hear
I know that you’re never going to hear
You know I like sitting quiet while you tell your tale
Though I heard it some time ago
And I’d take all your loose ends if I could
And tie them up in a bow
I would tie them in a bow and reply
If I thought it worth the try
But thinking never made it so
I could break this creaky chair
Showing how I really care
But it’s late and I’d really better go
It’s late and I’d really better go