Songwriters: Costello, Elvis;    Down among the wines and spirits  Where a man gets what he merits  Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall  Now he finds how far he's fallen    Since he set his mind on her completely  Oh well, I guess that you mustn't have seen him lately  Walking around with a pain that never ceases  He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces    Down among the wines and spirits  Where a man gets what he merits  Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel  The vacant chamber and the empty barrel    But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor  Clicks his fingers to that swinging door  Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more  I'm twice the foolish man I was before  Down among the wines and spirits    Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape  She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet  As it started to sink, he was drinking to drown his sorrows  That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows    But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor  Clicks his fingers to that swinging door  Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more    Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits  Down among, down among  Down among the wines and spirits        © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. MGB LTD.;    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta