Reason. Verses. Rhyme.

Come with me and we'll have a drink
And we'll have it standing by the sink
And we'll have it over the nagging chimes
And we'll have it munching our old times

And we'll have it as we burn those stares
And we'll have it as we turn those dares
And we'll have it as we take those chances
And we'll have it as we fake those glances

And we'll have it as the sky burns out
And we'll have it as the stars cry out
And we'll have it as the roads smoke by
And we'll have it as the small things die

And we'll have it like two lost souls would
And we'll have it like two dead souls could
And we'll have it with some hope, oh dear
And we'll have it stirred in with some fear

And we'll have it with the last song sung
And we'll have it with the first gong rung
And we'll have it as the thoughts drip out
And we'll have it as the old keepers shout

And we'll have it wishing the best things last
And we'll have it hoping the first stone's cast
And we'll have it singing a rhyme that's gone
And we'll have it mouthing a mime that's born

And we'll have it with no touch of bitters
But we'll have it with a dash of jitters
And we'll have it under the sky slashed red
And we'll have it dreaming a redeeming bed

And we'll have it as it fogs us out
And we'll have it as it logs us out
And we'll have it as we like our cage
And we'll have it with some parceled rage

And we'll have it as the birds fly by
And we'll have it as the shadows cry
And we'll look up at the elastic moon
And we'll agree booze can be a boon

And we'll have it as the dusk swings by
And we'll have it traipsing to a lie
And we'll have it, once, pledging never again
But we'll have it too, to dull the pain

And we'll have it as our minds get bent
And thoughts keep pulsing. Warm. Unsent
And we'll have it, still, hit by blurring hit
To feel what it's like to be still for a bit

And we'll have it burning in our fire
And we'll have it twisting with desire
And we'll have it just like they all do
Yet make it feel all naive and new