Where There Is

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 To a close It's what there is It's what there was It's what will be here After us Your dark glasses Sliding down your nose Now bring these proceedings To a close You can make it all worthwhile You can lend yourself some style You can give them all the reasons Al the facts that you have seasoned You can hear them hoot and holler As you come across a scholar You can set your name in lights You can make two wrongs a right