There'd been no sight that broke his heart

Like watching the sunrise swallow stars

As if to argue the plan he'd hatched in the bar that night

To treat each embrace like his last

So happy hour came and passed

They closed and mopped the floor and hit the lights

The television long since mute

His BAC became dilute

He stumbled 'round this thought in the back of a cab:

"Why am I still paying for a solo ride?"

He produced an edge, let his heart decide

And made a thousand friends under rows of stone slabs