Fifteen past Last Call
And the moon is shining through
Drinking my way through the clouds
Of another Judgment Day
Taking to heart the words
Of some stranger that I used to know
The moment passes as the lights come up
Only to be met
With the other drunken glares
Why should I care?
How could I not?

The street lights guide me home
A beacon for my ragged soul
All I want is one more drink
But my pockets are empty
And everywhere is closed
Sitting down on the curb
Leaning up against a No Loitering sign
The stars are so pretty
Least, the ones I can see
Why should I care?
How could I not?