Girl in the Hi-Tops - Peter Mulvey

Girl in the Hi-Tops - Peter Mulvey
Is speaking up surely to me
I'm drinking red wine I feel fine as she tells me
We lose all the best to the sea
We lose all the best to the sea
The show is over the place is almost empty
The bartenders put up the chairs
Every song that we sang
Has gone on its way to the air
Songs have gone on their way to the air
They are gone gone all the way gone
Amen
She tells me those songs really moved her
She tells me she goes to school around here
And next spring she and her boyfriend are going
To
Dublin
To live for a year
To
Dublin
To live for a year
I tell her I lived in Dublin once
I manage not to say I was young then
She says Right on but I'm gone as my mind's eye
Goes wandering forward to when
To when the pretty young girl in the hi-tops
Is writing poems in a flat in
Rathmines
Tonight it's snowing in
Cleveland
I'm no one to tell her that
We lose all the best things to time
Oh we lose all the best things to time
Amen
Amen