Lonesome's Last Call

He drinks while he stares

At the smoke in the air

For him, time seems to crawl

He’s got no one at home

So he sits there alone

Waiting on lonesome’s last call

She came in by chance

Longing to dance

She once was the belle of the ball

But flowers will fade

She’s showing touches of gray

And she’s waiting on lonesome’s last call

While the fiddles are playing

The dance floor is swaying

To the beat of an old fashioned waltz

They're watching the hands of the clock on the wall

And waiting on lonesome’s last call

Soon the lights will go on

But the empty they’ve known

Won’t be felt in this moment at all

There was love in the air

And it found their hearts there

Waiting on lonesome’s last call

While the fiddles are playing

The dance floor is swaying

To the beat of an old fashioned waltz

They're watching the hands of the clock on the wall

And waiting on lonesome’s last call

They’re waiting on lonesome’s last call