Whirl the night away

If that's all there is
let us keep on dancing.
Whirl the night away
tobacco smoke and whisky
champagne and oyster shell.
Standing still is not to be,
keep ahead do not delay,
tomorrow is too soon,
we saw it in the horror scope,
trip those toes and ankles
wear out those soles, bash
the drums and blow the trumpet
feel the floor beneath your feet
shake, collapse and splinter,
then grab your coat and leave
there may be other nights
yes. . . . . . . . . . .
there   may be other nights.