Lift the glass
Raise a toast
Let's drink while we can

We can still see the moonlight
We still hear the bells
Chiming the hours
Across the fields

We still smell the freshly cut grass
Blown in the hot summer air

Nothing here stays green
When assaulted by the dry heat of summer
Emerald soon fades to rusty wheat brown
Rain is a memory
We hope will remain in our reservoirs

So take another sip
The celebration is on

Raise hell
Mock the emptiness
As long as we are sober enough
To have legs to stand on

We can prance along the stage
Shout at the wind

Let's just pretend
We can call this..
Life.