Ian Thomas - It's over

All the music's been played, all the words have been said Sad it's over All my friends have gone home but their laughter hangs on When it's over I'm sittin' in my easy chair and watching dancing shadows Smelling cigarettes and stale beer and hearing haunting echoes Ah everything is done Ah and now the morning comes So when i'm old and blind i hope i still have got my mind And all its memories So when there's nothin doing i can sit for hours chewing On my memories I'll be sitting in my easy chair and watching dancing shadows Smelling cigarettes and stale beer and hearing haunting echoes Ah everything is done Ah and now the morning comes