Arthur Brown's Whiskey Bar - Trouble

I can see you all, sitting in a row

Don’t ask me why

There’s no place else to go

The look on your face

Is really quite intense

Waiting for this life, to make sense

Last night of the old year

Moving the sun

Fading power, the world is weakened

The night has just begun

I still have trouble, waiting in a line

My will is gone, after all this time

So come down, it’s guaranteed

A splendid time for all

Arthur Brown’s whiskey bar

Forget life for a while

Last night of the old year

Moving the sun

Fading power, the world is weakened

The night has just begun

Many souls have died here

For what they believe in

Summers end masks of darkness

All hallows even

I have a friend in so much misery

Imagination seems to be the key

Close the window, shades of gray

Nothing earthly came to save the day