Closing Time

the angels are snuffing the candles
and the gypsies are drawing the curtains
and where are we to go?
I'm not welcome at Michael's anymore
and I mislaid Satan's number
and you're as homeless as I am

neither heaven nor hell will take us in
stumbling and slurred
when the Big Man makes the last call

it'll be cold drinks in the stiff rain for you and me
until the ones who never loved us start to look pretty again

- R. Joseph Capet