Psalm for the Elks Lodge Last Call

Let the waitress put the chairs up

Let the glasses that you broke

Form a picture of our leader

With a halo made of smoke

Let the golden oldies station crackle and come through

With a final benediction we'll hum along to

Before we say goodnight

Let our talk about the ball game

And the weather show we care

Like a sound we didn't notice

Until it stopped and left us there

With the traffic and our heartbeats beating in straight time

Let our hatred and affection march in the same line

Before we say goodnight

Oh protect our secret handshake once more, with feeling

Let the toast to absent members push through the ceiling

Before we say goodnight