The Party’s Over

Was it the fever or the fear or the way he held the floor?
Was it the back-beat of the bass drum that kept you wanting more?
Were you reeling from the poopers? Was he just another screw?
Were you hell bent on making him the one you’d love so true?

Was it how the party ended, just when you finally felt so free?
Was it the death of the gay disco, the murder of the queens?
The funeral after funeral, one endless eulogy?
Or the government officials, “Quiet down don't make a scene.”

Turn on the lights, the Party’s over
Lost to the night, forever young

Christopher Street, the Hudson River
Will keep on flowing, after we’re gone

Was it the way his body moved to the music you adored?
Or the way the disco ball just sent you spinning round the floor?
The glitter on his face, the sweat upon his brow?
His short shorts shirtless body moving to Dinosaur L

Was it the how we were so wild? How we sleeplessly endured?
The way raged against the night, against the cruelties of the world
In the seedy basements, back alleys, the dark clubs and the discos
For one moment felt alive, took all our shame and let it go

Turn on the lights, the party’s over
Lost to the night, forever young

Christopher Street, the Hudson River
Will keep on flowing, after we’re gone