Let the waitress put the chairs up,      let the glasses that you broke,   form a picture of our leader   with a halo made of smoke.      Let the golden oldies station   crackle and come through.   With a final benediction   we'll hum along to.   Before we say goodnight      Let our talk about the ball game   and the weather show we care.   Like a sound we didn't notice,   until it stopped and left us there.      With the traffic and our heartbeats   beating in straight time,   let our hatred and affection   march in the same line,   Before we say goodnight.      Oh, protect our secret handshake   once more with feeling.   Let the toast to absent members   push through the ceiling.   Before we say goodnight.