Closing Time

So we´re drinking and we´re dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom
running high
And my very sweet companion
she´s the Angel of Compassion
and she´s rubbbing half the world
against her thigh
Every drinker, every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
and the fiddler fiddles something
se sublime
All the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it´s partner found and it´s partner lost
and it´s hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It´s closing time

We´re lonely, we´re romantic
and the cider´s laced with acid
and Holy Spirit´s crying,
"Where´s the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed
hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can´t say much has happened since
but closing time

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn´t make a fool of me -
you were in it for your beauty too
I loved you for your body
there´s a voice that sounds like G-d to me
declaring that our body´s really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there´s nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
And I miss you since our place
got wrecked
I just don´t care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it´s something in between, I guess
it´s closing time
And I miss you since the place
got wrecked
by the winds of change and the
weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it´s something in berween, I guess
it´s closing time

We´re drinking and we´re dancing
but there´s nothing really happening
the place is dead as Heaven on a
Saturday Nihgt
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling, gets me laughing
she´s a hundred but she ´s wearing
something tight
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can´t reveal to the
Ears of Youth
except to say it isn´t worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes
crazy twice
and it´s once for the Devil and it´s once
for Christ
but the Boss don´t like these
dizzy heights -
we´re busted in the blinding lights
of closing time