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