Closing Time

Where will you go when the lights turn off
And the bartender shouts out last call
When the movie is over
And the theater is dark
And the bouncers shove you down the hall
Will you wander the streets
Beneath the neon lights
Pondering at the stars shining bright
Considering the moon
Drinking in the night
Or will you just go home after all?
Where will you go after last call?

The spookiest thing to me has always been driving home from a friend's house late at night or early in the morning. Having been around a large group of people for a long period of time always makes the night so much more lonely and strange feeling. It's worse if their's a fog covering the road. It's times like those that the differences between night and day really stand out. It's not just the sun going down that makes the night. It's a mood and a different feeling that can't really be described in words. I don't think you can really feel it unless you're by yourself. It's lonely and empty and primal. It's what our ancestors must have felt sitting around a campfire, staring into the darkness, wondering what could live out there beyond what they could see. It's where all of our modern myths of ghosts and monsters come from. It's what we created religion to protect against. Light against the dark, the frightening unknown.
It's those times that I really want to get home quick and into bed but the drive always seems to take forever...

And what is there for you after last call?
I hope its not a cardboard box in a back alleyway
Because I like you
I hope it's a house
Or an apartment
And a warm bed
I hope there's something there
So you don't have to wander
Because those neon lights
Don't offer much warmth
Not much protection against the night
And the dawn is a long way off...