Well, the junkies still stumble past the door
  of the Night Owl Cafe
  And the club owners grumble
  The neighborhood´s slippin´ away
  And it´s hard to remember the days when
  the music poured from the stage
  Now there´s no more music
  at the Night Owl Cafe
  
  Well the basement is dark now
  The bulb is blown out
  I can tell by the hole in the floor
  Where the smoke used to rise
  and my partners´ red eyes
  would invite me downstairs for some more
  
  And the kids peerin´ in thru the door
  Whispered, "This neever happened before"
  Now there´s no more music at the Night Owl Cafe
  No more music at the Night Owl Cafe
  Out there in space and time
  But the address has changed
  Now there´s no more music at the Night Owl Cafe
  
  Well my friends always ask in a casual voice
  What became of that smokey cafe
  Do the players still play?
  Did the music just blow `em away?
  But those people that ask me
  are wonderin´ bout more than they´ll say
  I just tell `em there´s no more music
  at the Night Owl Cafe
  
  No more music at the Night Owl Cafe
  Out there in space and time
  But the address has changed
  Now there´s no more music at the Night Owl Cafe