Morning After

notes:
historical: A Prodigals original. Though if you want some history on it, you can make some of your own, by coming out to Paddy's one night, hearing the very loud music for several hours, perhaps imbibing too much at the time, come home late, and wake up a few hours later and sit there in your apartment while the rain beats hell out of the roof and your head. Um. Some friends of the family are building their own house and they specifically ordered a tin roof ("rusted!") because they want to hear the rain beating down very loudly. I think that's kinda freaky.
CDs/MP3s: It’s on Dreaming in Hell’s Kitchen
special Prodigals info: They've been singing this song live for simply ages. I don't know why it wasn't on a previous album.

The Morning After

chorus: You dance like you’re drunk but you sing like you’re sober
You pulled the last pint when the party was over
When you’re alone and you lie in your bed.
The rain on the roof is the dance of the dead.

The boys from the Bronx and Belturbet, Bundoran,
Brighton and Bray, they’re all shouting and brawling
They’re routing reflection, a kiss or a sigh
To forget or recall the old days long gone by.
And it’s up in the morning, and after the evening
The wordless goodbye and the silently leaving
You turned on your side, and the dream in the bed
Was a far distant cry from the one in your head.

chorus

Chimeras and fantasies merging together
And thoughts of a life of a far-different feather
They brought us to where we are – now that we’re here
Is it better or worse than we hoped and we feared?
Pioneers, drunkards, pilgrims and rovers,
Bridges of bone and of gold to cross over
The beckoning bar with its circle of light
And the voice and the laugh that ring out in the night.