Last Night I Bedded
With A Bottle Of Beaujolais
Trustin' That In Time
My Blues Might Drift Away
Slumber Drew Me Victim
To The Blues Water's Sweet Bouquet

When I Woke Up This Morning
I Had A Beautiful Dream
It Had Been The Summer
When I Was Just Eighteen
When I Turned The Lights On
There Were Ten Years In Between

It Made My Heart Hunger
Made My Years Younger
Old Father Time's
Made Up His Mind And Circumstance
Good Times And Bad Times
Each Weaves It's Own Web
There's No Second Chance

Now The Curtain Falls
On Still Another Day
While Hopes And Dreams Hang Out
As If To Say
Life's To Important
Just To Let It Slip Away

Repeat Chorus

Tonight I Will Be Beddin'
With A Bottle Of Chardonnay
Hoping That In Time
My Blues Might Fade Away
Soon Fallen Victim
To The Night Wine's Sweet Bouquet

Makes My Heart Hunger
To Make My Years Younger
Old Father Time's
Made Up His Mind And Circumstance
Good Times And Bad Times
Each Weaves It's Own Web
There's No Second Chance
Old Father Time's
Made Up His Mind And Circumstance
Good Times And Bad Times
Each Weaves It's Own Web
There's No Second Chance