Last Call

Wicked the weather can empty the heart Sunsets are poetry falling apart Pitchin' and weavin' down Gottingen Road I never loved you I know But dance with my shadow on into the bar Midnight is marked by broken-down choirs And the red-face prophets are claimin' their fame But I don't remember their names Morning comes like a broken-winged bird As though daylight delivers a miracle cure And here in the pink of a dangerous day Forgive me Forgive me Those red-faced prophets, bartender and me. Dancin' in riddles on top of dead dreams I kissed a sailor, said he was the sea But he never knew it from me Last call Time is an invalid inside us all Leave all the lights on and waltz out the door I never loved you, I'm sure Morning comes like a broken-winged bird As though daylight delivers a miracle cure And here in the pink of a dangerous day Forgive me Forgive me Forgive me Forgive me