Spilt Wine

Hey there little boy,
Whatcha you going to do?
Don't you cry,
or your gona turn blue.
Don't you worry about nothing today,
for tomorrow will become yesterday.

Hey there little Cinderella,
where is it that you are headed?
What was it that you wished for?
Do you ever wish you could turn it around?

What's your name old man.
Tell me all that you have learned.
Show me your scars and tell me about your pain.
Pour yourself into this glass.
So that I may drink it, and savor your losses.

Hey there little what boy,
What am I going to do?