"Old Refrain" lyrics
Grape on the vine
Pick off the fruit. Stomp it into wine
Out wasting time
Spreading the news down the telephone line
Nothing seems to stop you
I can't seem to hold your attention
Even though you like me
You think that I waste my potential
Younger than most
In the business of resurrecting ghosts
Haunter of souls
The restless spirits that we host
Smoking on the back porch
Sipping on our cups of tea
I know you're not listening
But it doesn't really bother me
Like the sound of the rain
Slowly twisting out the drain
Or the old refrain
Still ringing out in the back of my brain
Yeah, the old refrain
Still ringing out in the back of my brain
Pick off the fruit. Stomp it into wine
Out wasting time
Spreading the news down the telephone line
Nothing seems to stop you
I can't seem to hold your attention
Even though you like me
You think that I waste my potential
Younger than most
In the business of resurrecting ghosts
Haunter of souls
The restless spirits that we host
Smoking on the back porch
Sipping on our cups of tea
I know you're not listening
But it doesn't really bother me
Like the sound of the rain
Slowly twisting out the drain
Or the old refrain
Still ringing out in the back of my brain
Yeah, the old refrain
Still ringing out in the back of my brain
