One More Time

They'll turn down the lights. Speakers wheeze their last chord. Pack up my

dreams one more time for the road. The rhythm of

a jukebox cuts through the air. It's 1:00 AM

and there's nobody there. One more time. One more round. One last call

for the lost and found. Welcome to the human

race. What do you get for winning? What do you get

for second place? If you're lucky right from the start, pieces come together,

pieces won’t fall apart. One more time. One more round. One last call