Trouble - Arthur Brown's Whiskey Bar

I can see you all, sitting in a row
Don't ask me why
There's no place else to go
The look on your face
Is really quite intense
Waiting for this life, to make sense

Last night of the old year
Moving the sun
Fading power, the world is weakened
The night has just begun

I still have trouble, waiting in a line
My will is gone, after all this time
So come down, it's guaranteed
A splendid time for all
Arthur Brown's whiskey bar
Forget life for a while

Last night of the old year
Moving the sun
Fading power, the world is weakened
The night has just begun
Many souls have died here
For what they believe in
Summers end masks of darkness
All hallows even

I have a friend in so much misery
Imagination seems to be the key
Close the window, shades of gray
Nothing earthly came to save the day