Faded room
Full of gloom
As the morning fog drifts into the room...
I awake
Wish that I were dead
Sound of wine runnin' through my head.
REFRAIN:
Sometimes, when I wake up with the sound of wine in my head
I wonder if she'll remember the good times that we had...
Sometimes, when I wake up with the sou d of wine in my head
I wonder if she'll remember the good times that we had.
Faded love
Like faded grass
Hasn't got a future
Can't live in the past...
It's gone
Blown in the wind
And you wonder if you'll ever see it again
REFRAIN:
And, the patterning of little footsteps that I no longer hear
Often serve to remind me, you're no longer near.
Yes, the patterning of little doorstep I no longer hear
Often serve to remind me...you're no longer near.
All alone
By myself
Feel like I've been put away on a shelf
What went wrong?
I don't know
And, I can't say
But the slap of my feet on the floor start another day.
REFRAIN:
Sometimes when I wake up with the sound of wine in my head
I wonder if she'll remember the good times that we had...
Yeah, sometimes, when I wake up with the sound of wine in my head
I wonder if she will remember the good times that we had.
Submitted by
Dennis Owen Jett
Composed on Del Monte beach
Monterey, California
Autumn 1974