Drinking Song

There's a light at the end that I know Where culprits on carpets make sense of it all And the sky is all indigo And the young ones just want to go home And the edge of the world makes it seem That everyone gone is still singing the same song And I can believe in these things: That everyone's singing along The good and the bad and the gone And there's a light at the end of a dock Sending green little postcards to a city I love so much And the water makes sense of her laugh And wrinkles the backs of my hands There's a light at the end where I smoke And your name puffs in colors with people I know The song that was stuck in her head Becomes all the words you forget And everyone is singing along The good and the bad and the gone