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