Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call

Let the waitress put the chairs up, let the gla*ses that you broke, form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke. Let the golden oldies station crackle and come through. With a final benediction we'll hum along to. Before we say goodnight Let our talk about the ball game and the weather show we care. Like a sound we didn't notice, until it stopped and left us there. With the traffic and our heartbeats beating in straight time, let our hatred and affection march in the same line, Before we say goodnight. Oh, protect our secret handshake once more with feeling. Let the toast to absent members push through the ceiling. Before we say goodnight.