Closing Time-Leonard Cohen

My very close companion, gets me fumbling, gets me laughing, she’s 100, but she’s wearing something tight.

And I raise my glass to the awful truth, that you can’t reveal to the ears of youth. Except to say it isn’t worth a damn.

And the whole place goes crazy trice. 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…

It’s closing time.