Wine, Women and Song

Wine, women, and song
 I tried them all, it did not take me long
 To figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness
 I figured wrong with a capital, "R"
 All the baggage I brought wouldn't fit in a mid-size car
 That's why I'm walking on eggshells down the Via Dolorosa
 Hasn't got me any closer so far
 Shacked up with a poet, no, it wasn't my department
 Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment
 Changing the catbox and baking the bread
 I should have been paying the bills instead
 Of paying homage to an image drawn from somebody else's head
 Song, women, and wine
 You can't fool all the people all the time
 But if you're trying, if you're looking, if you're lucky
 You can always fool a few and feel fine
 Is the line between shame and dread
 One grips the lungs one brains the head
 But either one can crush you, anyone can crush you
 Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play
 By opening night, we had nothing left to say to each other
 We hit the wall, it was not resilient
 She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
 And who the hell was I to disagree?
 Didn't you used to be someone who meant something to me?
 Somebody who meant something to me
 Someone who meant something to me
 Wine, women, and song
 I tried them all it did not take me long
 To figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness
 I figured wrong