Grapes on the Vine

(Steve Gillette - Charles J. Quatro)



There are songs that birds don't sing to people

There are secrets that keep right through to the end

There are heroes who hide until forever

And I'm singing this song for one of them.



He's the man that you passed on the road there

The one with his life on the loose

Going either somewhere or nowhere

Going without me without you.



For he is this world's constant orphan

Traveling out his lone time

Living on apples from orchards

Dying from grapes on the vine.



You can find him in big city winters

Down where the mission bell cries

And sorrow echoes through summer

As he tries to close all his eyes.



You can find him in Pittsburgh at Christmas

You can find him in Buffalo in June

And he knows all the backroads between them

Like the Gypsy knows the moon.



--- Instrumental ---



And it's Route 22 all over again

Stick your thumb out and try to look like somebody's friend

Look strong at the man gentle at the girl

And puzzled at the rest of the world.



Yeah, he is this world's constant orphan

Traveling out his lone time

Living on apples from orchards

Dying from grapes on the vine.



Living on apples from orchards

Dying from grapes on the vine...