Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits...
Once it was written in letters ´bout nine feet tall
Now he sees how far he´s fallen
Since he set his mind on her completely

But then I guess that you couldn´t have seen him lately
Walking around with a pain that just never ceases
He starts to speak and then he goes 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
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 at the rim a glass of grape
She sails through his memory just like a ship of shapely
And then as it started sink he drowns his sorrows
That fill his nights and empty 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 the wines and spirits