There are tears in my wine tonight,
Nothing in life is turning out right.
If I resort to drinking beer,
That’s when it’s time to get out of here.
Best laid plans put into gear,
Even in the worst of times of year.
Things are moving pretty slow,
But I must run before I see snow.
Before winter winds howl and blow,
There is one thing that I know.
I cannot have roots like a tree,
My life was meant to be lived freely.
Before my time I must be ready to flee,
Lest things start looking grim for me.
I’ll run to a land where my future seems bright.
Where I will drink win with no tears in sight.