Dave Van Ronk - Last Call lyrics

rate me

And so weve had another night

of poetry and poses,

and each man knows hell be alone

when the sacred ginmill closes.

And so well drink the final glass

each to his joy and sorrow

and hope the numbing drink will last

til opening tomorrow.

And when we stumble back again

like paralytic dancers

each knows the question he must ask

and each man knows the answer.

And so well drink the final drink

that cuts the brain in sections

where answers do not signify

and there arent any questions.

I broke my heart the other day.

It will mend again tomorrow.

If Id been drunk when I was born

Id be ignorant of sorrow.

And so well drink the final toast

that never can be spoken:

Heres to the heart that is wise enough

to know when its better off broken.