(Joyce McCord)

They say my tears come from the bottle
That stands beside me all the time
But I wonder if they know the sorrow
That always overtakes the wine.

I drink to find forgetful valleys
Where I can leave old memories behind
But always just before I reach them
Sorrow overtakes the wine.

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These tears can find me when I'm sober
They're quick to show up any time
And I always try to drink them under
But sorrow overtakes the wine.

I drink to find forgetful valleys
Where I can leave old memories behind
But always just before I reach them
Sorrow overtakes the wine...