Lyrics

Haven?t you heard this song before?
Years ago it seems
Who knows time and what?s in store
Never mind your dreams
The smoke is thick and it?s getting hard to think
They ask you if you?d like another drink
As the night grows old,
The air is gettin? cold
Far away a siren can be heard
Last call, and this one?s for you

You dig this joint, the barmaid?s (/barman's) cute
They always play your songs
You?re looking for a substitute
You hope it won?t take long
Those silver days ? it?s harder, gettin? by
Those mercury nights ? you feel like gettin? high
As the night grows old,
The air is gettin? cold
Far away a siren can be heard
Last call, and this one?s for you.

The song they play, it strikes a chord
Is it the New York Dolls?
Your mind goes off, you?re wonderin? why
She (/he) won?t return your calls.
Ain?t no one here to tell you what to do
And maybe it?s just a phase you?re going through
As the night grows old,
The air is gettin? cold
Far away, a siren can be heard.
Last call, and this one?s
Last call, and this one?s
Last call, and this one?s for you.