I have spun the bottle. It's still spinning. It is the bottom of the ninth inning. I am not asking for more time. Why would it matter to someone not set on winning? Who sent this empty bottle forever spinning? I am not asking for more time. And you may offer me a glass. But I will pass; this wine I can't see through. My eyes are on the ceiling again. The ceiling fan at 3AM. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. But she is always on my mind. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. I feel I do this all the time. I've got my eyes closed. We're touching elbows.