It was a sad moment for me
To come to your party,
And to hope it'd be the same
As it always used to be.
I remember how we'd sit around the table,
Laughing, talking, drinking,
Praying that our little world would never
Crash and fall.
We'd make a toast to the old times,
And we'd let our glasses fall.
And we'd sit down at the table again,
Filled with the joy of friendship again.
So where have our beloved table side buddies gone?
Where are the smokes and drinks of old?
Where are the conversations, the dreams?
I sit at my old table again,
And soon enough, maybe you'll follow,
And we'll talk about the old times again.
But imagine it, really, the two of us?
Trying to recapture what is long gone?
We'd look pathetic, most would say,
So we wouldn't dare talk.
And so, the table dies,
And the candle burns out.