I have a bottle of good red wine And chocolate for my friends I have a shelf full of old books And a telephone in my hands But drinking alone is a sorry lot And my friends are elsewhere now My eyes are too tired to read anymore And for calls too late is the hour I have a weapon stashed by my bed For a fight which will never come I pace my living room end to end Feeling tired and glum Up late, awake in the dead of the night When all normal folks are in bed For a mate I wish with all of my heart But loneliness creeps in her stead