Leftover Wine

What do you do when the people go home? And what do you do when the show is all done? I know what I'll do in the alone of my time But what will I do with the leftover wine? A line from a poem of my childhood has said That visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme But I'll still have a bowl of leftover wine I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme And then I'm gonna run to the people And I'll sing them a song of mine You know I'm gonna do anything Just to take up time 'Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine What do you do when the people go home? And what do you do when the show is all done? I know what I'll do in the alone of my time But what will I do with the leftover wine? I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme And then I'm gonna run to the people And I'll sing them a song of mine You know I'm gonna do anything Just to take up time 'Cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine I'll drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine Because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine I'll drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine Because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine I'll drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine Because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine . . .