The awful truth

And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime...

And I loved you when our love was blessed
And I love you now there's nothing left
But sorrow and a sense of overtime.

And I missed 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.

-Leonard Cohen, "Closing Time," 1992