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
And 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
Bring these proceedings to a close
It's what there is
It's what it was
And what it will be here after us
Your dark glasses sliding down your nose
Bring these proceedings to a close
It's what it is
It's what it was
And what it will be here after us
You can make it all worthwhile