To boldly clap
In a room full of nothing
You never know
It could be one of those
Poignant evenings

Museum's locked
And it's long since past closing
You cannot know
You cannot not know
What you're knowing

What can you do?
They've all gone and we'll go too
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too

The curtain climbs
Over me every morning
I don't know why
I'm so immunized
Against reforming

To coldly slap
At a face full of nothing
You never know
It could've been one of those
Looks of longing

What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too

What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too
What can you do
They've all gone and we'll go too

We'll go too
We'll go too
We'll go too
We'll go too

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker