The Morning After

A night in revelry, mysteriously he sung
A crowd so loud, bursting from my lung
The wine around, fun to be begun
And the hangman's noose is hung

The morning after all the laughter
And soul's shaped by the crafter

Jumping and trumping, screaming about
Before the force took new route
And she would, of course, pout
Back for a second third bout

The morning after all the laughter
And soul's shaped by the crafter

So drive by my city's window
Wait for the caw of the crow
Make it higher from this low
Pass out from the tiny aftershow