I'm sipping Flor De Caa* and lime juice, it's three a.m.

Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass

The radio's playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez



Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes

Milling humans' shivering energy glow

Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter



If this were the last night of the world

What would I do?

What would I do that was different

Unless it was champagne with you?



I learned as a child not to trust in my body

I've carried that burden through my life

But there's a day when we all have to be pried loose



If this were the last night of the world

What would I do?

What would I do that was different

Unless it was champagne with you?



I've seen the flame of hope among the hopeless

And that was truly the biggest heartbreak of all

That was the straw that broke me open



If this were the last night of the world

What would I do?

What would I do that was different

Unless it was champagne with you?