The Morning After - The Prodigals
You dance like you're drunk, but you sing like you're sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you're alone, and you lie in your bed
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead
The boys from the Bronx and Belturbet, Bundoran
And Brighton and Bray, they're all shouting and brawling
They're routing reflection, a kiss, or a sigh
To forget or recall the old days long gone by
And it's up in the morning and after the evening
The wordless goodbye and the silently leaving
You turned on your side, and the dream in the bed
Was a far distant cry from the one in your head
You dance like you're drunk, but you sing like you're sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you're alone, and you lie in your bed
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead
Chimeras and fantasies merging together
And thoughts of a life of a far-different feather
They brought us to where we are – now that we're here
Is it better or worse than we hoped and we feared?
Pioneers, drunkards, pilgrims, and rovers
Bridges of bone and of gold to cross over
The beckoning bar with its circle of light
And the voice and the laugh that ring out in the night
You dance like you're drunk, but you sing like you're sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you're alone, and you lie in your bed
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead
You dance like you're drunk, but you sing like you're sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you're alone, and you lie in your bed
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead
You dance like you're drunk, but you sing like you're sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you're alone, and you lie in your bed
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead
And the rain on the roof is the dance of the dead.