The Alan Parsons Project

No clock beside my bed
Don't try to wake me
No phone upon my wall
Who's going to call
No knock upon my door
No news to shake me
Nights like the one before
I can't take no more
Beaujolais goes straight to my head
Beaujolais puts me to shame
And I don't know why I'm in this place or how I came
Beaujolais and I go crazy
Beaujolais I can't explain
But it helps me to forget the past and ease the pain
One race that I can't win