When our waning story began

The full moon bore us

The night was for us

Every sound was a love song

The bottle was full and open

People are wandering blindly

In a blurred grey city disappearing behind me

Evening passes, morning glows

Like 1974 pictures

On a TV over the bar

In a sunset on a jukebox

In a bubbling marquee

On the commemorative bottle 

Empty in front of me