Between here and there
That's the place I live
Here is the cemetery
And there is the bar

There must be a name
For places like these
I know I'm not alone
I've lived there once before

I walk to the bar
Since I prefer the rattle
Of the empty bottles
To the rattle of my bones

But others aren't so lucky
They march to their own doom
And some of them it seems
Would like to get there soon

Their faces once shaken
Are now so very calm
In solemn resignation of
The fate that lead them here

We once were not so different
From the ones who visit there
But we can't stay there forever
Every road leads to here