"Irish Goodbye"
For Rick Sullivan
Whenever we walk in, the ritual begins
hugs and handshakes, smiles and stories. catching up and how you been
leaving is a different beast, the way we do it here
You hardly notice people go, til you’re the last one with a beer
We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us
We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz
But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive
I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night
thanks for the parting gift. I got the Guinness stout
but there’s things I would’a said if I’d’a known you were checking out
I guess everything that makes you such a humble soul
keeps me from returning the favor when you go
We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us
We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz
But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive
I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night
Goodbye echoes off the glasses being washed
and the empty stools and tables in this bar we loved so much
Jamie’s cashing out, cleaning up and humming a song
When did all my friends go? Where’ve they gone?
We never make a fuss when it’s leaving time for us
We just slip right out the back. Don’t wanna kill nobody’s buzz
But that Irish Goodbye leaves a hole there at the dive
I just looked up from my laugh, and you were gone into the night
so farewell my old true friend, until we meet again
I’ll paint the rock on 85 and save your seat at Quinn’s
You left without a word, guess you knew you’d make me cry
you’re a son-of-a for pulling that old Irish goodbye
you’re a son-of-a for pulling that old Irish goodbye