The Night May Still Be Young, But I Am Not - Eleanor McEvoy

I expect, or rather, I confess, a year ago or less

I’d reject a fool like you right out of hand

I’d kick you off your barstool and I’d

Send you off to play with your one man band

I had a touch more self respect, I guess

But the glass is getting empty and I can’t hold back the sand

So drink up, drink up, I’ll give you what I’ve got

And if you’re really lucky, well, it might feel like a whole lot

So gimme your best line, and I’ll give you my best shot

The night may still, the night may still be young, but I am not

You said, or rather, you implied a skillful use of the art

You’d expect a fool like me to understand

I ought run and hide

Spend this Friday night tucked up safe inside

You’ll have to think again my friend, I guess

But the clock is spinning swiftly and I can’t hold back the hand

So drink up, drink up, I’ll give you what I’ve got

And if you’re really lucky, well, it might just feel like a lot

So gimme your best line, and I’ll give you my best shot

The night may still, the night may still be young, but I am not

The night may still, oh, the night may still be young, but I am not