Last Drink

I look into my empty glass, no money left I'm drunk at last

Music blasting to my head, got to get up and go to bed

The city stops at 3 o'clock, I stumble on towards my block

Occasional shadows lurk by the doors

Shouting come on man my place or yours

As I pass the lock, I note it's 4 o'clock

On this foggy night, this misty falling light

So I push myself on and as I hum this song

I know I'll be safe

I look into my empty glass, no money left I'm drunk at last

Music's blasting to my head, got to get up and go to bed

Last drink