No Love to Be Made Here Now - Luke Doucet
I'm a drunkard a loser a talker I'm a dreamer with conquered gray eyes
I'm a young man who sweats out the DT's
There's no love to be made here now
I had a girl with no eyes
But for Paris and a man with an antique bassoon
And while she pulls at my heart strings for the lack of fresh blood
There's no love to be made here now
There's no love to be made here now
Last call drink up go home fools
Blinded by liquor and fear of an old life with no love
No one to hold you and tell you this love was triumphant and pure
Well she walks with the legs of a dancer
Where it's forever ten minutes to two
At last call she swoons to an old rain dog tune
There'll be love to be made here now
So I will lie here awake in my bed
Until the children have all gone to play
Then for two precious hours
I'll dream of a world where there's love to be made here now
There's love to be made here now
Last call drink up go home fools
Blinded by liquor and fear of an old life with no love
No one to hold you and tell you this love was triumphant and pure
What of the girl in the painting
Where did her dear heart go
Off in the hills with her fear and her wonder
There's no love to be made here now
Where is the boy in the plate glass
Where did his body go
Gave it away to a north country harlot
There's no love to be made here now
There's no love to be made here now
Last call drink up go home fools
Blinded by liquor and fear of an old life with no love
No one to hold you and tell you this love was triumphant and pure
