They Danced Until The Band Left The Stage

He served up his compliments
               With a whiskey chaser
Wants his ashes scattered
Over the South Pacific

Doesn't want evidence
               Of his existence 
Left behind

She spent hours composing advertisements
               Looking for a savior
Asked if faith was all that mattered
She wasn't quite specific
              
As long as there was blessedness
               A little subsistence
She'd be fine