Old red wine, well past its prime   May have to finish it after crossing the line   Dusty old wine, two thousand a time   An inch of black mud always left behind      They say you turned in while the sun still shined   That gorgeous girl with you was highly primed   She said she'd take you way down or way up   She might break your heart, she might crack you up      Old red wine, not worth a dime   Gonna have to drink it with you some other time   Expensive old wine, forty years lying   Mice chewed the labels don't know what we're buying      Back home in California, they got wine for the meek   There's the Bowl and the Fillmore, the Cow and the Greek   You sniffed at the cork, chose low on the list   Held your glass to the light and gazed through the mist      Old red wine, well past its prime   Gonna have to drink it with you some other time      Just let it breathe   Oh let it breathe   Breath life, breath life   Let it breathe   Let it breathe   Let it breathe