Won't See Another One

it was Christmas Eve, babe, in the drunk tank
an old man said to me "won't see another one"
and then we sang a song, the rare old Mountain Dew
i turned my face away and dreamed about you

Pogues: Fairytale of New York


Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
--Matthew Arnold
Dover Beach