Did you ever read my message?
Does it matter anyway?
By now, I'm miles away, my love.
We both knew I couldn't stay.

We had a love that couldn't last
For you were never mine.
She's waiting for you back at home;
Just two glasses for your wine.

What were we planning to do?
Your toast was meant for only two.

Sending you this final note...
I never meant to cross the line.
Please don't call or write to me,
With just two glasses for your wine.