Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits
Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall

Now he finds how far he´s fallen
Since he set his mind on her completely
Oh well I guess that you mustn´t have seen him lately

Walking around with a pain that never ceases
He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces


Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits
Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel

The vacant chamber and the empty barrel
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor
Clicks his fingers to that swinging door

Suddenly he´s calling out more more more
I´m twice the foolish man I was before
Down among the wines and spirits


Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape
She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet

As it started to sink he was drinking to drown his sorrows
That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor

Clicks his fingers to that swinging door
Suddenly he´s calling out more more more


Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits
Down among
Down among

Down among the wines and spirits

(additional lines in early performances:)

Walking around with a head that is fit to burst
A heart full of hurt and a powerful thirst