The Booth

The days, the weeks
The years gone by
I told some truths
And heard some lies
Sang songs of freedom
Love and light
I wrote some lines about doubts
I desperately did fight
The goods, the ups
The downs, the bads
Some we forgot
And some stuck in our heads
The river of time
Keeps flowing on through our hands
Try to fetch it
You'll get nothing but regret
Autumn, spring
Oh seasons change
New old wrinkles
As we look back on our trace
Sometimes you win
Sometimes you lose
But one thing has stayed the same
We keep gathering in our booth
We raise our glasses
One more pint
Success or failure
We were trying
So light the candles
I lost sight
So tired of seeking
And not find
Yet we rise
After we fall
Yet we stand
After we've crawled
Once you found
That you can't oh have it all
Go sit down
For your last call
Summer, winter
Seasons change
A wrinkled smile
Is on my face
Win or lose
What's left to choose
Is if we keep
Gathering in our booth
For always have I found you sitting
Waiting in our booth