Last Drink

Nic Austin / Chelsea

I look into my empty glass, no money left I'm drunk at last
Music blasting to my head, got to get up and go to bed

The city stops at 3 o'clock, I stumble on towards my block
Occasional shadows lurk by doors
Shouting "Come on Man. My place or yours?"

As I pass the lock, I note it's 4 o'clock
O this foggynight, a misty falling light
So I push myself on and as I hum this song
I know that I'll be safe

I look into my empty glass, no money left I'm drunk at last
Music's blasting to my head, got to get up and go to bed

Last drink