What there is
Empty glassgets another roundSqueaky chairmakes another sound
There is a gentle breezeplaying in your hairCome take a bowwhile you're stillall there
It's what it isIt's what it wasAnd what will be hereafter us
There is no memoryThere's no recallNo recollectionat all
Your dark glassessliding down your noseNow bring these proceedingsto a close
It's what there isIt's what there wasIt's what will be hereafter us
Your dark glassessliding down your noseBring these proceedingsto a close
You can make it all worthwhileYou can lend yourself some styleYou can give them all the reasonsAll the facts that you have seasoned
You can hear them hoot and hollerAs you come across a scholarYou can set your name in lightsYou can make two wrongs a right