The Last Irish Pub Around

[Verse 1] The shutters came down on O'Rourke's at ten The chairs climbed the tables, the night reached its end But one little doorway was burning warm And a red-haired barman waved me through the storm [Pre-Chorus] I had one good coat and a pocket of rain A photograph folded beside an old train He poured me a measure and nodded once Like he'd seen every heart that the highway had punched [Chorus] I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around Raise yer glass if yer lost, let the whole room shake the ground When the morning comes marching, it can find us where we are I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around [Verse 2] There was Maeve from the harbor with salt in her hair And a fiddler called Tommy who swore he was fair To a tune that went racing through cracked wooden floors While the girl by the fireplace kicked open the doors [Pre-Chorus] She said, "Stranger, yer eyes have been carrying miles" I said, "Give me a minute, I'll borrow yer smiles" Then the whole place answered with boots on the boards And the night found a heartbeat beneath all our words [Chorus] I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around Raise yer glass if yer lost, let the whole room shake the ground When the morning comes marching, it can find us where we are I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around [Instrumental] [Bridge] If ye've got a brother sleeping under a different sky If ye've got a mother who still asks the reason why If ye've got a name you cannot say without a scar Come sit beside me, no matter where ye are [Call and Response] Who keeps the fire? — We keep the fire! Who sings till sunrise? — We sing till sunrise! Who carries home the hearts that wandered too far? We do, we do, from the last Irish pub around! [Final Chorus] I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around Raise yer glass if yer lost, let the whole room shake the ground When the morning comes marching, it can find us where we are I'm the last man standing at the last Irish pub around [Outro] The key turned softly, the kettle began I left with the dawn and a song in my hands And somewhere behind me, through the pale morning air The last Irish pub was still keeping a chair