Empty glass
Gets another round
Squeaky chair

Makes another sound
There is a gentle breeze
Playing in your hair

Come take a bow
While you're still
All there


It's what it is
It's what it was

It's what it will be here
After us


There is no memory
There's no recall
No recollections

At all

Your dark glasses

Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings
To a close


It's what there is
It's what there was

It's what will be here
After us


Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings

To a close

You can make it all worthwhile

You can lend yourself some style
You can give them all the reasons
Al the facts that you have seasoned


You can hear them hoot and holler
As you come across a scholar

You can set your name in lights
You can make two wrongs a right