In the dark of the night, and all alone
We found that we’d killed an hour (maybe more)
With only tall tales told so far from home.

And so I set them loose, and free to roam
Off to the nearest hearth, the farthest shore
In the dark of the night, and all alone.

I fed my hunger with a scrap of bone,
And my evening’s boredom found a cure
With only tall tales told so far from home.

But to all these small sins I can atone:
Clean the glass, wipe the bar, and mop the floor,
In the dark of the night, and all alone.

I think - perhaps - I hear my conscience moan
That it’s a solitary glass I pour
With only tall tales told so far from home.

And as I turn the key and bolt the door,
I find I wonder will these souls endure
In the dark of the night, and all alone,
With only tall tales told so far from home?