Closing Time
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: The Future (1992)
| G5 | D5 | G | ||
| Ah, we're | drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happ'nin', |
| Em | |
| and the | Johnny Walker wisdom running high, |
| Bm | |
| And my | very sweet companion, she's the angel of compassion, |
| Em | |
| She's | rubbin' half the world against her thigh. |
| C | |
| And eve'y | drinker, every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her, |
| G | B | Em | |
| The | fiddler fiddles | somethin' so sub | lime. |
| D | ||
| All the | women tear their blouses off, the men, they dance on the polka dots, |
| C | |
| And it's | partner found, it's partner lost, and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: |
| G | |
| It's | closin' time. |
| C | ||
| Yeah the | women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots, |
| G | B | Em | C | |
| And it's | partner found, and it's | partner lost, and it's | hell to pay when the | fiddler stops: |
| C5 | G5 | ||
| It's | closin' time. |
| We're lonely, we're romantic, and the cider's laced with acid, |
| And the 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 |
| (|: can't say much has happened since :|) but closin' time. :| closin' time. |
| Em | |
| I | loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me; |
| Bm | |
| You were in it for your beauty, too. |
| Em | |
| And I | loved you for your body, there's a voice that sounds like God to me, |
| A | |
| De | claring (declaring) declaring (declaring) |
| D | |
| De | claring that you're body's really you. (really really really really) |
| C | |
| And I | loved you when our love was blessed, and I love you now there's nothin' left |
| G | B | Em | |
| But | sorrow and a | sense of over | time. |
| And I missed you since the place got wrecked, and 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. |
| Yeah, I missed you since the place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, |
| And it looks like freedom but it feels like death, it's something in between, I guess. |
| It's closing time. |
| Yeah, we're drinking and we're dancing, but there's nothing really happening, |
| And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night; |
| And my very close companion gets me fumblin', gets me laughin', |
| She's a hundred but she's wearin' somethin' 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 blindin' lights |
| Of Closin' Time. :| (Closing Time...) |
| |: | D | G | :| | |
| Oh, the | women tear their blouses off, and the men, they dance on the polka dots, it's | closin' time. |
| And it's partner found, and it's partner lost, And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's closing time. |
| I swear it happened just like this: A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss, it's closing time. |
| The gates of love, they budged an inch; I can't say much has happned since but closing time. |
| I loved you when our love was blessed, I love you now, there's nothing left but closing time. |
| And I missed you since our place got wrecked by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, it's closing time. |