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.