All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Still it only takes time 'Til love comes to everyone. Got to go through that door, There's no easy way out at all For you who it always seems blue It all comes, it never rains But it pours, There in your heart