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Last Call at Midnight
Some songs live in the last hour a room is still open. "Last Call at Midnight" sits at the far end of the bar, when the music has gone low and most of the chairs are already up on the tables. It is a slow, mid-tempo country-soul ballad, carried by Richard Dall's deep, warm baritone and not much else. No crowd. No noise to hide behind. Just a man, a glass, and the long quiet that comes when the door finally closes.
The story is small and honest. It is the hour when the light over the pool table clicks off and there is no one left to talk to, no reason to hurry home. He stays because leaving means the day is really over, and the empty street outside is louder than the empty seat beside him. The song does not fight that feeling. It sits with it, the way a good friend would.
"Midnight don't ask why you're still here."
This one is for the late shift, the drivers, the ones who stay after everyone else has gone. It carries a quiet dignity underneath the ache — loneliness with its back straight. In the world of One More Hill, it is the still, low-lit moment between the fighting songs.
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The band's packing up, the glasses are dry, One bulb still burns where the regulars lie. I'll nurse this last drink till the barman says when, And I'll fall for your ghost all over again. It's last call at midnight, the lonely hour, When the whiskey turns memory into a flower. Pour me the night, let the morning wait, Last call at midnight, I'm a little too late. They dim the marquee and they sweep up the dreams, Nothing's as sad as a stage when it gleams. It's last call at midnight, the lonely hour, When the whiskey turns memory into a flower. Last call at midnight, I'm a little too late.