Who watches their step when they’re drank?
Having emptied last night’s barrel
The tavern glasses cry with thirst
Waiting for a touch of moisture
To kiss the lips of a returning son
But what if the tavern was never dry?
And the thirsty astray in a desert without an oasis
How can the tavern direct their steps to its door?
The search continues for the tavern door
At the heart of last night’s barrel
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