Closing Time
Ah we're drinking and we're dancingand the band is really happeningand the Johnny Walker wisdom running highAnd my very sweet companionshe's the Angel of Compassionshe's rubbing half the world against her thighAnd every drinker every dancerlifts a happy face to thank herthe fiddler fiddles something so sublimeall the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses offand the men they dance on the polka-dotsand it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:it's CLOSING TIME
Ah we're lonely, we're romanticand the cider's laced with acidand the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"And the moon is swimming nakedand the summer night is fragrantwith a mighty expectation of reliefSo we struggle and we staggerdown the snakes and up the ladderto the tower where the blessed hours chimeand I swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe Gates of Love they budged an inchI can't say much has happened sincebut CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissthe Gates of Love they budged an inchI can't say much has happened sinceCLOSING TIME
I loved you for your beautybut that doesn't make a fool of me:you were in it for your beauty tooand I loved you for your bodythere's a voice that sounds like God to medeclaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really youAnd I loved you when our love was blessedand I love you now there's nothing leftbut sorrow and a sense of overtimeand I missed you since the place got wreckedAnd I just don't care what happens nextlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between, I guessit's CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wreckedBy the winds of change and the weeds of sexlooks like freedom but it feels like deathit's something in between, I guessit's CLOSING TIME
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancingbut there's nothing really happeningand the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday nightAnd my very close companiongets me fumbling gets me laughingshe's a hundred but she's wearingsomething tightand I lift my glass to the Awful Truthwhich you can't reveal to the Ears of Youthexcept to say it isn't worth a dimeAnd the whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for Christbut the Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twiceand it's once for the devil and once for Christbut the Boss don't like these dizzy heightswe're busted in the blinding lights,busted in the blinding lightsof CLOSING TIME
Oh the women tear their blouses off the men they dance on the polka-dotsIt's CLOSING TIMEAnd it's partner found, it's partner lostand it's hell to pay when the fiddler stopsIt's CLOSING TIMEI swear it happened just like this:a sigh, a cry, a hungry kissIt's CLOSING TIMEThe Gates of Love they budged an inchI can't say much has happened sinceBut CLOSING TIMEI loved you when our love was blessedI love you now there's nothing leftBut CLOSING TIMEI miss you since the place got wreckedBy the winds of change and the weeds of sex.