@ Tigin of Stamford

How charmed were those days
Those evenings when we would
Just close work at the office
Go and drink as much as we could

That pub in downtown
An Irish place called Tigin
Live music and unsure feet
Beautiful ladies, spirited evening

And that wily old friend
Who knew how to make us talk
And make us drink that one last pint 
And would drive us home, never walk

Endless talks of girls and love
And romance and chance
And of taking that leap
And asking her for a dance

That hope that stayed
As rest all did fade