A-Ha

Empty glass
Gets another round
Squeaky chair
Makes another sound
There is a gentle breeze
Playing in your hair
Come take a bow
While you’re still
All there
It’s what it is
It’s what it was
It’s what it will be here
After us
There is no memory
There’s no recall
No recollections
At all
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings