Sour Grapes

It couldn't happen any better on a Sunday
A life's commitment, flushed right down the drain
Are you a slave or a servant or just a docile fool
Those years encompassing him into your life
The speculations, for fear of the great unknown
Have you come to realize, one looks up and one looks down

And all this time
It's gone and passed you by
So pause and clear your mind
Try not to dwell too much on why
The grapes went sour

It's so capricious lack of abstinence and penance
You popped your collar, parade down on the streets
Cast the first stone, you were high and mighty
It would appear now that the plan is infidelity
Chastity soiled, but never will now seed
Call your mother, there's hope now for a family tree

And all this time has gone
It's gone and passed you by
So pause and clear your mind
It doesn't matter now why
The grapes went sour

Like a frat boy on the eve of independence
A fresh diploma that's hang on the fridge worthy
9 to 5 now, no day drinking, no fucking around
Or the girl who took up all her dark temptations
A cheating husband, he's 6 feet in the ground
Off to church now, absolution, but Father is probably not around

And all this time has gone
It's gone and passed you by
So pause and clear your mind
Try not to dwell too much on why
The grapes went sour