I've sat here the evening throughKeeping two good barmen workingThinking just of youNow it's almost 2 a.m.I could make a call to youTo offer my congratulationsAnd to hope my voice won't showIt's killing me to knowYour love has gone to youLast callAll the way from heaven did I fallPain and sorrow fill my cupWhile the lights are coming upLast callWith every drink I've toasted youAnd thought your last words overYou said I'd never changeNow look here it's closing timeIt's closing timeI'll make one last call to youAnd then I'll know it's really overI stumble past the bendMy only change in handThree nickels and a dimeLast callAll the way from heavenAnd there's nothing more to sayAt allDarkest sorrow fill my cupWhile the lights are coming upLast callPain and sorrow fill my cupAnd they're calling bottoms upLast callLast callresolvedpréparéA attractiveEl Spr traditionallyIn theoryI'll make the next timeThere's plentyThere's plentyThank you.