Al Stewart Night That The Band Got The Wine Lyrics

The earthquake hit at 6:19 with a jolt
People went running for the doorways
And for the next half minute it shook
Up on the 17th floor the sommelier was opening the wine He knew the great hotel was solidly built
Still it must have been a miracle that nothing got spit

Terry O'Shea got up from the Chippendale
chair
Talking on the telephone
Looking perplexed and waving a hand in the
air
In the great room all alone
Fifty years old today, a microdot billionaire
Putting on a party like a hollywood guy
With al the food and wine that his money could
buy

The band came in arguing as usual
About nothing in particular
It always seemed to be this way
Tuning up and putting out setlists
Of all the stupid songs that musicians hate to play
Still it could be better than usual
The food looked great and it was money, not glory
So when the clock struck eight
They began the theme tune from "Love Story"

Time went by with no one arriving at all
It was just Terry and the pictures
Of dead people frowning from the wall
Time went by with no one arriving at all It was just Terry and the pictures Of dead people frowning from the wall

Terry woke up and strange as the story may seem Though he felt terrible
He found with the dawn he could still remember his dream So he just fell away Nobody's seen him since But I like to think of him Sitting on a beach like Gaugin wearing a smile Waiting for a brown-eyed girt, she'll be there in a whie Maybe thinking back now and then to a long ago time The night that the band got the wine The night that the band got the wine