Wine, women and song: I tried them all   it did not take me long to figure I'd unlock the door to happiness   I figured wrong (with a capital R)   All the baggage I brought wouldn't fit in a mid-size car   That's why I'm walking on eggshells down the via dolorosa   (hasn't gotten me any closer so far)      Shacked up with a poet--no, it wasn't my department   Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment   Changing the catbox, baking the bread...   I shoulda been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image   drawn from somebody else's head      Song, women, and wine:   You can't fool all the people all the time   But if you're trying, if you're looking, if you're lucky   You can always fool a few and feel fine   is the line between shame and dread:   One grips the lungs, one brains the head   But either one can crush you   Anyone can crush you      Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play;   by opening night we had nothing left to say to each other   It hit the wall, it was not resilient   She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant   and who the hell was I to disagree?      Didn't you used to be someone who meant something to me?      Wine, women, and song:   I tried them all it did not take me long   to figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness   I figured wrong.