Wine and Time

She prayed for three hundred clouds
And God gave her seventeen instead
She wanted to go to sleep,
But couldn't go to bed
Her coffee she spiked with bourbon to get rid of last night's thrill
She asked her boss for a longer break, to drag in as much as she could
And her little lungs screamed bloody murder, and they focused on the good

She went home and kissed her husband, and asked how was his day
He replied with quite some certainty he was destined to be miles away
So he packed his bags and left her there, and she poured her glass of wine
Called her corporate boss up, and asked if he had the time

They spent hours upon hours just layin' there in bed
He asked her a few questions
She could not answer, she only cried instead.
Between her blubbering mess of sweat and tears, she asked him why
He replied with quite certainty, because I had the time

So from that day forward she went to work
And her husband was her boss
They went to lunch together,
They shared quite lovely talks
And if someone asked them, oh how did you meet ?
They'd stare down below them and couldn't seem to speak

But in both their heads they knew a happy thought
That miles never mattered, it was forgiveness that had been taught
So she smiled back and replied to them, he seemed to have the time
He looked at her, and blushed with them while he said, I wanted wine.

The two walked away silently, hand in hand they were
And after that day people questioned the common stir
But no one ever wondered what life was like for the two
They all knew they were happy, because they fell out of the slue
And now in pairs, we all stand around
Staring at each other without making a sound
And if someone asks for some wine, they all will gladly say
Here good friend is a glass for you, i'm glad you have the time.