Grape on the vine Pick off the fruit. Stomp it into wine Out wasting time Spreading the news down the telephone line Nothing seems to stop you I can't seem to hold your attention Even though you like me You think that I waste my potential Younger than most In the business of resurrecting ghosts Haunter of souls The restless spirits that we host Smoking on the back porch Sipping on our cups of tea I know you're not listening But it doesn't really bother me Like the sound of the rain Slowly twisting out the drain Or the old refrain Still ringing out in the back of my brain Yeah, the old refrain Still ringing out in the back of my brain