Bill Thompson

Lyrics

A flickerin light on a worn-out night
Closing time, the neighborhood kind
Boots are moving, just walkin’ slow
A half-empty shadow with nowhere to go

The lights turn up, the silence of the sound
Drinking through, still hangin’ around
Thinking of a better place beyond

There is no last call in Heaven
As the spirits flow and rivers run on
With never forever goodbyes

Love holding on and on
Friends waiting with a drink and a song
Heaven is where last call never comes

An old jukebox holding the truth
Every memory a double edge proof
Time stuck in its second chance
Where there’s never a last dance

Holding that drink up to a backlit sky
Where the good pours come
and never run dry

There is no last call in Heaven
As the spirits flow and rivers run on
With never forever goodbyes

Love holding on and on
Friends waitin’ with a drink and a song
Heaven is where last call never comes

Maybe someday I’ll find that place
Where time won’t take what it can’t replace
Walking in with old friends waiting
As the music plays on, home at last

Heaven is where last call never comes
A place where love lives on
Goodbyes that are never said

Past the hurt and the movin’ on
So pull up a chair and sing along
Heaven
Where last call never comes
© 2026 Words and Music by William Fred Thompson