I’m tired and I’m hungry, for somethin’ like wine

Sweet and with body, that I can call mine

A vin rose lady to, drink through the night

And reach for in the mornin’, to open my eyes.

The down-and-out revivals, of the plans for yesterday

Are the walls that I bang into, when I try to run away

Runnin’ from nowhere just as fast as I can

And just as soon as I get there, I’ll be back where I am.

O, oh impossible dreams, and terminal schemes,

Somehow it seems I just can’t take anymore;

And though I rarely ever win, I’ll never give in;

Most like I’ll stick around for, that occasional score.

I’m told that life, it don’t come easy, but I beg to disagree;

It’s decidin’ what to take and what to leave that’s hard for me;

So many shapes and colours, I just can’t make up my mind,

And sure enough when I’ve decided, I wake up without a dime

O, oh impossible dreams, and terminal schemes,

Somehow it seems I just can’t take anymore;

And though I rarely ever win, I’ll never give in;

Most like I’ll stick around for, that occasional score.