A drunk guy, after a long day; You could smell the alcohol from his mouth from many miles away;
Went to a bar to drink some cold beers...
Life's rough for him. Lost in a crowded city. Just like a little kid who's seeking guidance.
As the bar grew empty he was asked to leave, not that he had any money left by then.
He strolled the streets, approached the shoreline...
As he tuck his pants, he heard some distant notes arriving
The notes were vibrant and he looked back
to see a choir playing in the middle of the night
He felt he had to join them, so he did
And he sang, and danced. and laughed
He felt free...
He was a drunk in a midnight choir, he was free
I hope Leonard Cohen, the great, had this vision of the drunk in a midnight choir...