It's nightfall and the club resounds within;

lo and behold, regular crowd shuffles in.

The band cranks up, there's one, now there's two;

dance floor gets hoppin', others tap their shoe.

Some dance for fun, some dance for exercise;

flirting eyes abound, a few might fantasize.

There goes Uncle Pete, he's on the move;

week after week, always in the groove.

Heavyweight and his wife, eating as usual;

they're enjoying the cuisine, always consensual.

The band takes a break, now you can hear;

a lot of scuttlebut, what an atmosphere.

Now it's really late, some have reached dissipation;

they just don't realize yet, their souls in deviation.

It seems they still never find what they're looking for;

a life without meaning, a never-ending bore.

It's nightfall and the club resounds within;

lo and behold, regular crowd shuffles in.

The cops are down the road, watching the black-top trails;

a few are weaving despite caution signs along the rails.