The days are not like they use to be

the flowers no longer bloom for me

sitting in my room, looking at the moon

thinking of how you took me for a fool

Those sacred vows now flying in the wind

sailing away on a tide never to return

I’m looking into my wineglass

and I am searching for the thruth

Chardoney with a salty tears

the night will see me through

Looking in my wineglass

and I’m searching for you and I

Chardoney with a salty tears

the night will see me through

The truth is that I am a woman

not afraid of the stormclouds overhead

against the tide I will row to the promise land

where all memories of you will be dead

The truth is that with my wineglass in my hand

I am breaking free from the cobwebs in your head

There is no dirt that water won’t wash away

show me a teardrop that time won’t dry my dear

but tell me who will dry your tears

because love, I am on my way out of here

I am running away from your gloom

to a garden in bloom where you will be the fool