It’s warm and cozy in the old Irish bar -
A refuge from the rainy and cold night outside.
I am drinking a glass of a strong, dark stout
Feeling a bit lonely - I don’t know why,
and the night is slowly passing by.
I am a little tipsy and seeing it all in a blur
And think that the smell of old and mold,
and the sticky floor is mixing well with every slur
Which is drifting occasionally from the back -
where Laura and her friend the Czech -
They are an elderly couple with a spunk
I know them well, well now they are quite drunk. ...