I don’t know how it ended here,
The last puff of a cigarette,
The final swig of stale beer,
I don’t know why the end is near.
I don’t know when the light will come,
The death throes of the latest bet,
The burning dregs of wasted rum,
I don’t know why I’ve come undone.
I don’t know how to stop the night.
Eternal black of old regrets,
The tangled mess of fallen kites,
I don’t know how to win this fight.
And if my heart should beat again,
The tune played out on weathered frets,
I’ll dance a jig till this song ends,
And kiss you gently, dearest friend.