The Story Never Changes

Bless this wine and curse your load
It gets dark on that stretch of road
Stay awhile, come on in from the cold
Raise your cup and kiss the beast
Join me now in a poor man’s feast
Stick around, we’ll spend a little traitor’s gold
Pour a shot of sympathy
We ain’t exactly strangers
We might tell it differently
But the story never changes
Lift your eyes don’t hide your face
Ain’t no crime to fall from grace
Take your time don’t shiver out in the rain
(J. Camilleri N. Smith — Rondor Warner Chappell)