Finale: Roaring On

On my last night in New York, I wander down to the water's edge
I find myself clinging to my father's advice: to reserve judgement
I think about the way New York slapped me with a wild promise I mistook for meaning
And the whole summer washes over me
The quiet brutality of Daisy and Tom, Jordan and the mess we made
Wolfsheim, the Wilsons, all of us holding on to the foul dust of our dreams so tightly
We couldn't see straight

And as I turn to look at the shoreline
Here is what I'll never forget
I still can see Gatsby
Standing in silhouette
He's staring down the darkness
His arm stretched to the sky
With infinite hope
That made him fool enough to try
That light across the water
Is always out of reach
So why do we
Why do we
Why do we
Keep reaching?

Gatsby believed in the green light
The orgastic future that year by year recedes before us
It eluded us then, but that's no matter (where's the party)
Tomorrow we will run faster (and can you take me there?)
Stretch out our arms farther (and when the party's over, can you find)
And one fine morning (another party somewhere?)
So we beat on, boats against the current (we live for today, we pay off the cops)
Borne back ceaselessly into the past (and today is)

Never over and the party never stops
Where's the party and can you take me there?
And when the party's over can you find another party somewhere?
We live for today, we pay off the cops
And when you think the party stops
The party's roaring on
The party's roaring on
Oh, we beat on and on and on and on
And on
And on, and on
And on