Finale: Roaring On

On my last night in New York
I wander down to the water's edge
I find myself clinging to my father's advice
To reserve judgment
I think about the way New York slapped me
With a wild promise
I mistook for meaning
And the whole summer washes over me

The quiet brutality of Daisy and Tom
Jordan and the mess we made
Wolfsheim
The Wilsons
All of us
Holding on to the foul dust of our dreams so tightly
We couldn't see straight

And as I turn to look at the shoreline
Here is what I'll never forget
I still can see Gatsby
Standing in silhouette

He's staring down the darkness
His arms stretched to the sky
With infinite hope that made him fool enough
To try

The flight across the water
Is always out of reach
So why do we
Why do we
Why do we keep reaching?

Gatsby believed in the green light
The orgastic future that year by year
Recedes before us
It eluded us then, but that's no matter (Where's the party)
(And can you take me there) Tomorrow we will run faster
(And when the party's over) Stretch out our arms further
(Can you find another party somewhere) And one fine morning
(We live for today) So we beat on
(We pay off the cops) Boats against the current
(And today is never over) Borne back ceaselessly into the past
(If the party never stops)

Where's the party and can you take me there
And when the party's over can you find another party somewhere
We live for today
We pay off the cops
And when you think the party stops
The party's roaring on
The party's roaring on
Oh, we beat on and on and on and on
And on
And on and on
And on