"Irish Goodbye"

 

For Rick Sullivan

 

 

Whenever we walk in, the ritual begins

hugs and handshakes, smiles and stories. catching up and how you been

leaving is a different beast, the way we do it here

You hardly notice people go, til you’re the last one with a beer

 

We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us

We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz

But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive

I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night

 

thanks for the parting gift. I got the Guinness stout

but there’s things I would’a said if I’d’a known you were checking out

I guess everything that makes you such a humble soul

keeps me from returning the favor when you go

 

We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us

We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz

But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive

I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night

 

Goodbye echoes off the glasses being washed

and the empty stools and tables in this bar we loved so much

Jamie’s cashing out, cleaning up and humming a song

When did all my friends go? Where’ve they gone?

 

We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us

We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz

But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive

I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night

 

so farewell my old true friend, until we meet again

I’ll paint the rock on 85 and save your seat at Quinn’s

You left without a word, guess you knew you’d make me cry

you’re a son-of-a for pulling that old Irish goodbye

you’re a son-of-a for pulling that old Irish goodbye