Drink with Me
Drink with me to days gone by
To the life (to the life) that used (that used) to be (to be)
At the shrine of friendship, never say die
Let the wine of friendship never run dry
Here's to you and here's to me
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow
And tomorrow never came.