Old Red Wine

Old red wine, well past its prime

May have to finish it after crossing the line

Dusty old wine, two thousand a time

An inch of black mud always left behind

They say you turned in while the sun still shined

That gorgeous girl with you was highly primed

She said she'd take you way down or way up

She might break your heart, she might crack you up

Old red wine, not worth a dime

Gonna have to drink it with you some other time

Expensive old wine, forty years lying

Mice chewed the labels don't know what we're buying

Back home in California, they got wine for the meek

There's the Bowl and the Fillmore, the Cow and the Greek

You sniffed at the cork, chose low on the list

Held your glass to the light and gazed through the mist

Old red wine, well past its prime

Gonna have to drink it with you some other time

Just let it breathe

Oh let it breathe

Breath life, breath life

Let it breathe

Let it breathe

Let it breathe