I'm half asleep
I dream in the dark
I m trust the jocks on the doors
And the dog's morning bark
Outside in the street
A drunkard stumbles & sings
And in the next door flat
A telephone rings & rings & rings
But nothing disturbs
The suburbs quite
Not the sirens
Or the news of the township riots
And knowing it all
From the distance of headlines
I express my opinion
With a mouth full of 'dry wine
A lady with red fingernails
Is playing with her diamond
Gazing' through the restaurant Window
At the lights on Robben Island
Her hair is cut in the latest style
And her are painted blue
And she's probably thinking now
Where in the world could I find a better view
And her husband asks the waiter
"Are these prawns from Mozambique?"
And the waiter he just nods his head
And he smiles but doesn't speak
And knowing it all
As I watch from the sidelines
My thoughts are my own
As I swallow my DryWine
An old lady in a Sea Point flat
Lives with her dreams & dread
She can hear the disco music
As she lies in her bed
In the servants quarters
She can hear them laugh and sing
And in the next door fiat
The telephone rings and rings
Perhaps I'm like a deaf man
Who has sees the lightening flash
Or maybe I'm lust like the blind
And I only hear the crash
But knowing it all
From the distance of headlines
I express my opinion
With a mouth full of Dry Wine
I'm full of that Dry Wine
I'm full of that Dry Wine