One Last Round Lyrics

Pull up a stool, throw back a shot
A toast to your name and the freedom you brought
Take us back to a time we shared
I thought to myself of these memories I bear

Callous-hidden scars on the blind can see
How this stool over here is always empty to me
But I hold my head up high
(Hey!)
Ensuring that your memory survives
Like clouded ale and grain
(Hey!)
If only to cheer pints again
Before that 2 o'clock bell
(Hey!)
Come on down!
Hey bartender

One last round
A toast to your name
It's never the same
Scream through the sound
One last round
A toast to your name
It's never the same
Hey, bartender!
One last round
So come on down
All gather round
Shout through the crowd
One last round
A toast to your name
It's never the same

Hey, bartender!
Oh, bartender!
I said, bartender!
Bring us one, last
One last round

Crooked grins and mischievous sins
A smile along for the ride
Growing up, somehow cut short
More than explanations denied
Gravel, dirt, dust and debris
All of them are casting their shadows
Here now lies a marble memorial
To our one and only siren eternal

One last round