Under the Mynah Bird

When I first heard Alun play the "Dust of Beijing"
We were at the Troubadour and you'd just walked in
You wondered out loud how did my skin get so thin
But there's so much hidden in that song
And when a moment passes is it gone?

But I thought this year we were going to win
Now it seems so many things are coming to an end
Don't cry for me and don't cry for my friends
Let the last person who walks through that door
Whisper goodbye to the Troubadour

The last time I stood next to her was up on these boards
But I never really figured out what she was looking for
Not a word was spoken and we both walked through that door
And in a cloud of smoke we parted ways
Now we don't speak too much these days

And I thought this year we were going to win
Now it seems so many things are coming to an end
Don't cry for me and don't cry for my friends
Let the last person who walks through that door
Whisper goodbye to the Troubadour

It took you by surprise
Hold Kristi if she cries
I can see it in her eyes
Yeah the sun is going to rise
And we'll drink to better days
So keep your glasses raised
keep your glasses raised
keep your glasses raised
keep your glasses raised

Michael O'Grady please pour another round
And play the tin whistle because we need to hear that sound
And let this be one night that our feet don't touch the ground
We'll linger and hang on every word
Later we'll kick the daylight to the curb

But I thought this year we were going to win
Now it seems so many things are coming to an end
Don't cry for me and don't cry for my friends
Let the last person who walks through that door
Whisper goodbye to the Troubadour

And I thought this year we were going to win
One chapter closed to let another one begin
So let's agree for now that this is not the end
We'll let the last person who walks through that door
Whisper goodbye to the Troubadour