Closing Time

Ever since I posted the last Closing Time entry, I've been feeling like a bit of a traitor. Because although that was the version in my head that day, there's another song by the same title -- this Leonard Cohen song -- that just plain kicks the ass of Semisonic's:

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
But closing time
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
But closing time, closing time

I know I've gone on about what a masterful poet my man Leonard is in previous posts, but dang:

I loved you for your beauty
But that doesn't make a fool of me
You were in it for your beauty too
And I loved you for your body
There's a voice that sounds like god to me
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime

I just love the way this man makes sense of love and loss:

And I miss 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
And I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time

Kinda gives the phrase a whole new meaning, doesn't it? And as I step over the precipice of new home ownership on La Crosse Lane this morning, knowing I am making a great move for myself and my family, but not knowing exactly what my family will look like, I'm grateful I've got Leonard Cohen to help me mark this auspicious day...