Bootwater Suite: The Club Is Closed

They closed down the club last night
When we asked why, they just said it was time
And we'd have to agree after everything we've seen
But now we don't know what to believe

They turned off all the neon signs
They didn't give a reopening time
And any time we pleased, we were totally free
To check out but we could never leave

The service had been staggered
The barmaids were looking haggard
These are just the facts
When the party turns all melancholic
And the functional leaves the alcoholic
Where do you go after that?

So we tried to find a similar place
And hoped that we could reassimilate
We'd splintered into groups, and some fell out of the loop
Pretending that things were just as good

When they turned the club into another club
Where people reminisced the former pub
But before you raise your glass, if you've only got the past
What do you really have?

We think back to the club's better days
When all we had was youth and that week's pay
Before all the Ben-Gay, before the Medicaid
We were right, we were numb and unafraid

Before the service had been staggered
The barmaids were looking haggard
These are just the facts
When the party turns all melancholic
And the functional leaves the alcoholic
Where do you go after that?

A couple of the patrons died
Leaving behind codependent wives
Who knew their men were sick, their livers had been licked
By the party that just wouldn't quit

They closed down the club last night
When we asked why, they just said it was time
And we'd have to agree after everything we've seen
But now we don't know what to believe