End Of The Party Lyrics

by Greg Brown

Well it's getting so late, I mentioned two laws
But I hate to get out of my wedding clothes
I never got married and I never will
But I liked boo too and drink my fill
Hear the bride's uncle stories, the locals buy his jokes
I sit on the lawn with the champagne and smokes

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I went to London to visit the grave
Of an old cork who was crazy and red
Big Ben was tall, the sky was so grey
I went to Paris to just get away from all
My ancestors and dollars that buy
I liked eating pies, I stayed there in quiet

Well I read the Bible ‘cause I like the sound
That kind of prose no longer around
It's all bits and bytes now and little it's wise
Most people don't talk, they just advertise
The preacher said ready is all humanity
Do you love yourself baby with your memory?

I once had a sweetheart but now I have none
Love is a house that is never quite done
People get restless and they think they should move
But there's nowhere to go and there's nothing to prove
So hold my hand on the old carousel
Up in the hill and back down the hill

I feel it in my belly, if bread and wine
The city in the background, watch the sun shine
You are still flirting, that's all I had on me
But I ain't got nothing I can give you for free
But growling and molding in my old briefcase
Hold still while I paint a big smile on your face

Fire rivers float to the dirty old sea
If there's no room for you, there's no room for me
All the tulips are growing, all yellow and red
I need to grow some new thoughts in my head
I never did know what it all is about
But when I go fishing it ain't for the trout

You just get more lovely, the older you get
Your eyes may be dry but your mouth is still wet
I was a fool for you, the form to you too
I'll always love you and you know that that's true
When it comes to loving I am all forms
If you don't want my peaches then how ‘bout my plums?

There's been a great party and I hate to go
But the moon says goodbye and the sun says hello
I'd like an old Buick and one more guitar
The load slot have mospen, I saw from afar
And if I had Matilda, say goodbye to Jim
I've been wondering whatever happened to him