Vineyard Towns

In the room where I heard

The last recorded word

Of the late Leonard Cohen

As the bees, they were stinging

The hipsters on the lawn

Where I feel like a child

Where I’m wide-eyed and wild

And the drink’s always flowing

And we still hit the liquor like we did when we were young

And the buildings look tall

In a life that stayed small

From the drain, we gaze skywards

And we put our best foot forwards in the playgrounds of the rich

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

Wandering weary eyes fill the skies

In pursuit of the pound

We talked that guy ‘round

Yeah he swore it was loaded

But I didn’t start to panic ‘till he pushed it in my skull

And he fell to the ground

And he wept with no sound

Yeah the kid was just lost man

Reading from the blood-stained map his father left behind

And the nights are so long

In a life that’s gone wrong

So, as drunk as high heavens

We longingly remember what we set out to forget

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

Wandering weary eyes fill the skies

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

In the vineyard towns

Some of us are poor, in person and in pound

Some of us are vulgar, when no-one else is ‘round

And all of us are broken, the baton was passed down

And all of us are gentle, and longing for the sound

Of any given circumstance to lift us off the ground

For all of us are dying man, and desperate to get out

Of the vineyard towns

Of the vineyard towns

Of the vineyard towns