Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call

Let the waitress put the chairs up,

let the glasses that you broke,

form a picture of our leader

with a halo made of smoke.

Let the golden oldies station

crackle and come through.

With a final benediction

we'll hum along to.

Before we say goodnight

Let our talk about the ball game

and the weather show we care.

Like a sound we didn't notice,

until it stopped and left us there.

With the traffic and our heartbeats

beating in straight time,

let our hatred and affection

march in the same line,

Before we say goodnight.

Oh, protect our secret handshake

once more with feeling.

Let the toast to absent members

push through the ceiling.

Before we say goodnight.