Christmas at Closing Time

And everyone's got somewhere they can go.
There's a man at the bar with a watch he won't wear,
Says he stopped keeping time when his son ain't there.
Tells the same joke twice, gets it wrong both tries,
But the laughter still feels right tonight.
The maggot sips gin from a chipped-old glass,
Still wearing her wedding ring made of brass.
Says he's happy now, wherever he runs, then whispers,