When the rain beats on the window and your wages all are gone, And the world feels like a gravel road you've stumbled down too long, Then a light shines through the darkness from the corner of the square, And The Pearl stands there waiting like it's always waited there. Oh, The Pearl, sweet old Pearl, where the lonely raise a glass, Where the poor drink down their sorrow while the broken hours pass. We sing for all the dreams we had that never quite came true, And we drink to one another, 'cause that's all that we can do. There's old Tom at the counter with his third "last beer" tonight, Talking 'bout a woman who disappeared one train ride out of sight. In the corner stands a carpenter who doesn't build no more, But he still can sing a chorus that will shake the tavern floor. Oh, The Pearl, sweet old Pearl, where the lonely raise a glass, Where the poor drink down their sorrow while the broken hours pass. We sing for all the dreams we had that never quite came true, And we drink to one another, 'cause that's all that we can do. And maybe we'll be rich men in another life, my friend, But here we're all kings together when the chorus comes again. No gold shines brighter anywhere than laughter in this place, And every weather-beaten soul still finds a bit of grace. Oh, The Pearl, sweet old Pearl, let the night stay just a while, For nobody's judged in The Pearl for the scars beneath their smile. We drink our beers of sorrow till the morning light shines through, And we raise a glass for the broken ones, for once that was us too. So here's to old The Pearl and the souls who still remain, Finding warmth inside the laughter, shelter from the wind and rain. And when our final song is sung and all the lights burn low, We'll leave with hearts a little lighter than when we first walked through the door.
