Between the lines

Between the Lines, Ray Scott November in the region, like that late June vineyard evening Gathered round the fire, sipping on gluehwein Beltin’ out ‘neath glacial skies, echoed through the appellation Four mile creek songs flowing, glowing in Sweet’ Annie’s eyes Ice wine seasons’ opening, singing’ songs together Holding hands n’ kissing soft lips of sweet Niagara wine Few things last forever, like her and i together Now in early April, isolating, while the frost melts on the vine I drive along the Queen-E Highway, now a lot more than half empty No one going back there, where I toast Annie goodbye… Between the lines Between the lines The outset’s I’m left stranded, tangled in the vines Between the lines Between the lines With my guitar, I’m abandoned, Between the Lines Alone here, in the hammer, closing my eyes and rememberin’ Suarez, joyfully singing’ along to all our songs Everybody’s’ story, bein’ told together Greg and Yannicks’ winery echoing, four miles long Belting out beneath the moonlight, shakin’ off cold, Queen-E Feelings On a perfect vineyard evening, Where the frost falls off the vine… Between the lines, Between the lines, Annie left me standing, tangled up in vines Between the lines Between the lines Where all the guitars round the region, gonna’ heal a more worried mind Between the lines – Between the lines Between the lines – Between the lines Singing all together, somewhere, Keeping it all Between the lines