Give up the Grape

Every morning when I suffer the break
Tell my baby I will give up the grape
Other than that you know I’m all right
Far in distance from the late
Co-existence with Polaris and Moraine
Tires and highways in cahoots
It’s an industry that cannot complain
I drink myself astray
From shadows of fantastic Middle-Earth
Other than that you know I’m all right
In the service of the sounds
Sights and scenery of other lives less smitten
Every lookout being cased
Placed in solitude
I bleed a horse more bitten
I hide myself in a dream
From Howdy Doody’s terrorist regime
Other than that you know I’m all right…