In the slow and empty hour I fail to go to sleep The black and empty barstools and I Dwelling on and digging deep In this slow and empty hour Can I order one more please The bottle nodded, help yourself tonight If you say so I'm at ease In this slow and empty hour I want to keep my ghosts at bay I let my guard down and the foghorn cries Then they always finds their way In this slow and empty hour This place is crowded, I'm alone I join them in their laughter As they eat me to the bone