Sweet Wine
Grant Claytor
[Verse 1]
The man said on the radio, with the volume turned way down low
“The taste of the morning so much sweeter than wine.”
I love this song, crank it up to a dime
[Chorus]
Ooh, if it feels right
The sun is gone, but it’s still a warm night
[Verse 2]
I’ll lay out in my rattan chair
Slumped out in the open air
Taste of a memory still on my lips, and it haunts me, but instead, I drift
[Chorus]
Ooh, if it feels right
The sun is gone, but it’s still a warm night