Let me take you to the place where the lights are dim
Where there are no smiles, though nobody’s grim
Where the faces and colors are not what they appear
Nevertheless, the sight is perfectly clear
Where the kind little waitress knows perfectly well
The wonders and details of heaven and hell
Where she sits you at the regular bench
With that odd somehow familiar stench
Where friends dwell, though you’ve never seen their face
And the band plays your life while you drift into space
Where the drink is nectar only held by the gods
But, only attained after overcoming the greatest of odds
For the cool, they mark, and the old men, they know
Where the walk is slighted and slow
So take the plunge, and go for a swim
And follow me to the place where the lights are dim