A familiar refrain, n'est-ce pas?
AM - vocals, guitar
Karin Franklin - harmony vocals
Ralph Gordon - cello
Verse 1
The clock on the bar, says luck, has run out, it’s the regular closing time tease
the band launches in, to the last slow tune, and we twirl, in silent reprise
Verse 2
We both know it’s late, the score lopsided, and we’re, dancing out the string
you’re being polite, I’m here for my pride, and the smiles we wear don’t mean a thing
Chorus
As Saturday night, slips into the dark, of Sundays I’ve well rehearsed
we turn one last time, in the dying strain, at the end of the last call waltz
Verse 3
I smell your perfume, it’s a cloud of delight, and I’ll drink in as deep as I can
to remember it later, sleeping alone, at my place, where we both know I’ll be
Chorus
Instrumental
Bridge
You say call me sometime, you mean please don’t, I thank you for good company
the band’s packed up, and the lights go down, as we head off in far different ways
Chorus
Chorus 2
As Saturday night, slips into the dark, of Sundays I’ve well rehearsed
we twirl one last time, in the dying refrain, at the end of the last call waltz