Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call Lyrics

Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call lyrics

Let the waitress put the chairs up,

let the glasses that she 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.