The pretty young girl in the hi-tops
Is speaking up surely to me
I'm drinking red wine, I feel fine as she tells me
"We lose all the best to the sea."
We lose all the best to the sea.
The show is over; the place is almost empty
The bartenders put up the chairs
Every song that we sang
Has gone on its way to the air
Songs have gone on their way to the air
(Chorus)
They are gone, gone, all the way gone
Everyone all the way gone to the Light--
Amen
She tells me those songs really moved her
She tells me she goes to school around here
And next spring, she and her boyfriend are going
To Dublin, to live for a year
To Dublin, to live for a year
Chorus
I tell her I lived in Dublin once
I manage not to say, "I was young then"
She says, "Right on!", but I'm gone as my mind's eye
Goes wandering forward to when
To when the pretty young girl in the hi-tops
Is writing poems in a flat in Rathmines...
Tonight it's snowing in Cleveland; I'm no one to tell her that
We lose all the best things to time
Oh we lose all the best things to time.
Chorus x 2
Amen.
Amen.