Upon The Vine

The grapes are rotting upon the vine

The flies are trapped baby behind

the blind

The cider apples are bruised and sore

And they lay claim darling against

your door



Where is the power to pull the tides

To block out the sun darling and

Cloud the sky

Where is the mistress of my desire

Now you're cold

So cold



You press the flowers, you kiss

the bride

you look so happy, where's that tonight

I hear the voices inside your brain

Of rusted yard art out in the rain



Where is the power to pull the tides

To block out the sun darling and

Cloud the sky

Where is the mistress of my desire

Now you're cold



All you need is divine forgiveness

And help to harvest your wine

I send your money to Santa Ana

And pray for you sometimes



Where is the mistress of my desire

Now you're cold



All you need is divine forgiveness

And help to harvest your wine

I send your money to Santa Ana

And pray for you sometimes



And I can't take no more thrills with

my sadness

And I'm not walking your line no more

I know you numbered the beats of my heart

On the Sierra Madre floor