Is it a girl in the street? Is it the ones that you never meet? Is it Paris in the spring? Is it any of those things? No it's the wine that makes me sad, not the love I've never had Or the things I've never seen, or the places I never been It's the wine that makes me sad Is it the friend that I lost? Were you the one left counting cars? Is it time falling away? Is it things you haven't done today? It's the wine that makes me sad, not the good times that I've had Or the thing I cannot change, like the time slips away It's the wine that makes me sad Such a silly thought September leave the tree Can't go to his own party It's so easy Than other girls form their factory It doesn't hide for their bounty Make me feel more like me It's so easy And other boy they can have their hair Thinking what they were gone give them for free Couldn't read their own paper pay It's so easy Standing up and not falling down Nothing to do, nothing to figure out Just put your feet firmly on the ground It's that easy