Lyric

Time is like a glass of whiskey

Slowly sliding across the fingertips

We laughed and said

We haven't changed much

The melody of the old record

Bumped into the deep night

The past floated up from the bottom of the glass

Like smoke rings that refused to disperse

Someone mentioned

That fruitless love

Someone said

The absurdity of youth

The wine glasses touched lightly

All the memories became hot

Like the neon lights in the middle of the night

Flashing the old times

Hey, friend

The night is still long

Take a sip

Let the memories flow

Hey, don't talk

Sing a song

Let time

Drift in the notes

We have all walked so far

And come back here again

Like a drifting paper boat

There is always a harbor to stop

As we told the story

My eyes were a little wet

But no one asked

If it was too late

Hey, friend

The night is still long

Take a sip

Let the memories flow

Hey Don't talk. Sing a song. Let time drift in the notes. (Outro) It's almost dawn, but we don't want to leave. The song drifts into the cold wind at the alley. This glass of wine is for yesterday and the future. We are still us. It's good just like this