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