Heaven's Low on Pinot Again on Ladies' Night

A while since I’ve been away. I think of you every day. Much as I want, I can’t get through. Not my idea to go, some time’s just your time, you know. Just shrug your wings. What can you do? Things here are free from strife. A deadly dull afterlife. Without you here, it’s just not right. They try to brighten my day. Still things don’t go my way. Heaven’s low on Pinot here again on Ladies’ Night. I miss our walks while the sun set. There’s no one here who could take your place, it’s true. Have you met somebody else yet? Our dating apps, full of saps who just aren’t you. One thing I doubt you even know, heaven blows without you. Makes ya wonder why they try to get in. Till I see your face, I’ll just be making time in this place, till they get my Pinot, I’m pounding gin.