There' s a place that I know where people can go, mainly to have a good time. They can drink all their beers and have all their cheers, and occasionally get out of line. They can speak loud and sputter, they can drink lots and stutter, as they look for a place to sit down. Some will slowly get blitzed as they quietly sit, or be playing the role of a clown.
Some people drift in to hear the band, still others to make the scene.
Some seem so lonely as they search for somebody, the ones that can fulfill their dreams. An old friend stops by and he acts so surprised, as he sits down and orders a drink. I reply with a nod as I put down my glass, I finish the last of my rum. I'm working the 11 o'clock grave. His mind seemed to wander at the words which he blundered, thinking of good things to say.