One Last Round - Ron Sexsmith

Wonder of wonders our eyes behold

This scaffold of stars but look under for truth be told

We’re leaving a scar on everything we’ve found

And we’re going into town for one last round one last round

If all that glitters is not gold

Should our rainbow’s end be just the winter cruel and cold

Of our discontent my friends we’re trouble bound

Yet we’re going into town for one last round one last round one last round

And it’s the children who have yet to come who’ll have to pay our tab

What kind of world will we have left for them the odds now will be stacked

We’ve all the wisdom our minds can hold

But no common sense all the live long day the joke

Was at our own expense we’ve drained our bottles down

And we’re going into town for one last round one last round one last round

Yes we’re going into town for one last round one last round one last round