The Morning After

(chorus:)
 You dance like you're drunk but you sing like you're sober
 You pulled the last pint when the party was over
 When you're alone and you lie in your bed.
 The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead.
 The boys from the Bronx and Belturbet, Bundoran,
 Brighton and Bray, they're all shouting and brawling
 They're routing reflection, a kiss or a sigh
 To forget or recall the old days long gone by.
 And it's up in the morning, and after the evening
 The wordless goodbye and the silently leaving
 You turned on your side, and the dream in the bed
 Was a far distant cry from the one in your head.
 (chorus)
 Chimeras and fantasies merging together
 And thoughts of a life of a far-different feather
 They brought us to where we are – now that we're here
 Is it better or worse than we hoped and we feared?
 Pioneers, drunkards, pilgrims and rovers,
 Bridges of bone and of gold to cross over
 The beckoning bar with its circle of light
 And the voice and the laugh that ring out in the night.