Red Wine

a song—folk—key of G#

here's the wine with his name

here's the dime for his carnival games

that i found on the pier

while the carousel's song is near

all the horses are white

all the poles are golden bright

now i think of the time

we drank so much communion wine

it's that time of night

here's the pond, Mary Jane

where the frogs and ducks lay their eggs

and we brought ourselves here

to keep up on drinking our fear

in the form of Merlot

but we have no idea where to go

water's still, grass is firm

but the wine is beginning to burn

it's that time of night

one more time, we will drink

and we'll wonder what our mothers think

when we end up asleep

within one another's bed sheets

covered in red Merlot

in the morning, we've no place to go

not a glass to our names

so good day, my sweet Mary Jane

it's that time of night