Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
Nothing but iron
Brick and cement
Blood, detritus
And sentiment
A glass of wine at the end of time
The waves beat grim and slow
A glass of wine at the end of time
Love me and let go
Bells still ring
Clocks can chime
Take your hand
And put it in mine
A glass of wine at the end of time
Stars dripping out of the sky
A glass of wine at the end of time
With my throat so hot and dry
Miles of morning
Acres of night
By noon the sun
Unbearably bright
A glass of wine at the end of time
An old Victrola spins
A glass of wine at the end of time
Where another world begins
What was the promise?
How did we fare?
Will we be mourned?
Does anyone care?
A glass of wine at the end of time
The waves beat grim and slow
A glass of wine at the end of time
Shatter the glass and go